Mom is in the hospital. She seems to be getting a little better every day and one of her main problems have been fixed by the removal of her adrenal glands.
When the girls and I go to visit her, we usually sit in the waiting room for most of the time. It’s hard and frustrating to not always know what’s going on with her, but sometimes it’s best to leave things unsaid if they’re really painful to hear. When my dad sometimes explains to me what has happened to her, it feels as though I’m all alone in the world. Although, it’s nice to see her so awake and happy and smiling when we walk into the room.
Before my mom went to the hospital, I would constantly feel scared and uncomfortable just to think about and see my mom in so much physical trouble. That was not my mom that went out on runs every morning and made cheesy jokes and taught us weird songs. At least now she’s in good hands and people will help her get better and stronger.
It’s nice to see how many people come visit her and help us through this tough time in our lives. We have received lots of sympathy and love from people I haven’t talked to in a long time or even met until recently.
Now that she’s getting better, my worries have gone down a lot. I just hope she doesn’t have to stay at the hospital for much longer than a month more. Even though I see her almost everyday, I miss her so much.
To read about my mom’s experience in the hospital, read my dad’s blog.