Back into caretaker mode. My mom had another stroke this morning.
→[More:]I think it's minor. When she had her first two strokes, they hit her much harder than this one seems to have. The first one was in 1998 & I was busy being a self-absorbed girl in my late 20s. My siblings were behaving so selfishly it ashamed me, so I decided to step up to the plate. I put so much stuff aside to take care of her that my life took a whole different direction than I wish it had sometimes, but I can't think I did the wrong thing. Although sometimes I wonder, because at 40 there are times I wish I had more to show for my efforts than I feel I do. I wish I had built more security for myself instead of taking care of it for other people. I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish I could've spent my 30s not having to think so much about strokes and pacemakers and aphasia and bells palsy and macular degeneration, etc. etc. Doesn't really fall under fun date conversation, that's for sure. It made me more intense than I ever wanted to be, dealing with aging & potential death all the time. I don't see how people can deal with it for a living without being depressed.
She was supposed to have knee replacement surgery next week so I was going to drive the ten hours to be there. My older siblings who live 10 miles away from her can't even be depended upon to pick up a prescription, so it's my job. And then this morning at 8am my phone rang. I was in bed & didn't feel like moving. About an hour later I looked at the phone and saw it was my mom so I called back without checking the message. Her housecleaner answered the phone and started going on about ambulances and strokes. And then I went back to my phone & listened to the message my mom had left. She sounded like a little kid calling her mommy to tell her that she'd done something bad. She couldn't move her right arm or leg and wasn't sure what to do.
I've had such ups and downs with my mom in my life, but she's one of my best friends now. And I've spent ten years expecting her to die. I thought I was numb to it all by now but I'm not. I'm sure she'll be fine. But then it'll be something else. And each will take a little bit more out of her and I guess out of me. And then when she eventually someday dies, my sisters will fight with me about how they deserve her belongings. My mom's belongings are the last thing on my mind.
So I'm crying a little bit this morning. The tears just kind of keep coming out of my eyes even when I don't feel like I'm crying. And then I'll call the hospital to figure out what's going on. Hopefully I won't have to jump in the car to drive the ten hours to San Diego. And if I don't, then I'll be at a barbecue this afternoon eating grilled salmon and trying not to talk to my friends about strokes and stuff. I've talked enough about strokes and stuff. I just want to eat some grilled salmon and watch people talk about other things.
But right now I'm going to hug my puppy.