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Sometimes life spins so quickly
that when it stops, it's quite painful
Sometimes we forget the simple things
and later regret that we were forgetful
My mother was sent to the emergency
Just this past Monday evening
My heart beat so fast, and yet stood still
while the ambulance sirens were screaming
The hospital gathered the family
into our own private little room
The nurses, the doctors, the specialists
didn't pull punches with the impending doom
"95% of the people don't make it to the hospital
50% of those don't make it through surgery."
The world's weight on my shoulders & chest
caused me to breathlessly drop to my knees
Her artery walls had slowly deteriorated
and the pain she'd felt was death's reaper
All of a sudden the bulging burst forth
Hade's attempt to hold & to keep her
The doctors were soldiers, fighting that night
for my mother's very fragile life
The social worker wrung her hands feably trying
to convince us that things may turn out right
... maybe
We were escorted to another waiting room
and brought coffee and cocoa and tea
My younger siblings, all four of them,
kept looking for answers and then at me!
My brother Bill, the rock in every situation
who always knows just what to do
Silently stared with trembling hands
and found that words were far between and few
My other brother Lonnie, a jester - a clown
who always tried to bring laughter to the crowd
Sat with bloodshot eyes, shoulders slumped,
a heavy heart and his head extremely bowed
My youngest brother Gene, the truck driver
who traveled the states to earn his bread
is stuck in California on a layover while
thoughts caught in between anything he said
My sister Shirley, the baby of the family
with two (maybe three of her own) was there
Needing a hug, some reassurance, and a kiss
gently placed upon her silky head of hair
This is my family, the ones that I love
the ones that have always looked to me
I stood tall and tried to be strong
and give them something worthy to see
But when they look away and no one's around
I let the breath I've been holding - out
My tears burn my cheeks as they fall
and the knot in my throat prevents the shout
What would I do without her - my best friend
What can I do to help her... just laying there
With tubes and machines, beeping and dripping
She almost looks peaceful...without a care
Does she know all the turmoil around
Can she feel the pain that hangs in the air?
Can she sense our worry and anguish
Inside that sleeping head of ebony hair?
Mother, we wait and watch and hope
For there's nothing else we can do
Holding your hand, whispering many things
But over and over again that we love you!
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My mother suffered what's called a thoratic anurism, or it's also called an aortic dissention (?). Anyway, the aorta tissues began to separate and the heart pumped blood into the tissues. Then the worst thing that could have happened it... it burst like a balloon and ruptured... letting the heart pump blood all over inside her... but not as much to the brain where it was supposed to be going.
They said that 90%-95% of the people don't even make it to the hospital and that 50% of those who do don't make it through surgery. She's overcome immeasurable odds, but we're not out of the woods yet. There's some major hurdles to overcome. She won't wake up and they are concerned.
Also, they can't tell if there was any brain damage due to the lack of blood and oxygen after the artery ruptured. They want to take the tubes out and get her to breathe on her own, but the last time they tried her lungs didn't appear to want to work on their own yet and her oxygen count fell so they had to start the heart and lung machine again to do the breathing and beating for her.
They started feeding her through a tube because it had been a couple days since she'd gotten any nutrition. They had expected her to wake up within 2-8 hours of the surgery... well, we're still waiting.
I'll try to be on as much as I can in the coming days...but I can't promise anything. I'm overwhelmed with the prayers that are flooding my way and thank each and every one of you who've contacted me. I'll keep you updated as changes occur. Again, thank you for being there.
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