The Days Of Our Lives…

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Are we ever prepared for loved ones to die?!

I walked the floor all night waiting for the opportune time to call and check on my mother.

Since snowbirding her way to Florida, it has been one medical trauma after another. This one literally started as a small cut on her leg.

My mom called and left a message to call her. I had spoken to her earlier in the day when she has having cut and color done in Palm Beach.

Then, the day crumbled like a lovely hairdo does in Floridian humidity…it just fell apart.

She answered in a breathy voice and announced she couldn’t breath and felt terrible and then hung up.

Well, that was satisfying, informative and reassuring.

Eunice pumpkin

I pulled David off a conference call and had him call my mother back. She doesn’t mess with his head.

He got to the bottom of the matter and I was on pins and needles waiting to see if she was doing better in the morning.

She had been to the doctor, but I felt she neeeded to head to the emergency room, stat. I arranged for a driver and I tried to get a flight out, but all flights were on hold due to the storm that had hit southern California.

Unfortunately, my mom is in the hospital with a raging infection and an unhealthy white blood cell and platelet count.

The inevitable is lurking, but the reality never sets in. I will not allow it to. I do believe that she will fight back with all the vim and vigor of someone half her age.

Medical Update: My mom is still in the hospital, but improving and a release date is imminent. She is complaining about the food which is a very positive sign and told the nurse she could find something more appealing to eat if she went through the garbage at her club.

When one of her beloved “Canasta Girls” phoned from Connecticut to ask what she is doing in the hospital, my 90 plus (she recently asked me not to tell her real age anymore), darling mom responded, “I am in the hospital because I just had twins. I didn’t want anyone to know.”

Eunice you humor is infectious…maybe too infectious.

I am heading to Florida to begin my new role as Nurse Ratched.

Stay tuned.

Nurse Ratched  photo: changinghr.com

Nurse Ratched photo: changinghr.com

8 Comments

  1. I’m so sorry to read that that your Mom hasn’t been doing well. I hope she is able to return to her home very soon. Her ongoing feistiness is a good sign:)

  2. Again, I laugh at what you write- in spite of it all! That just shows that her spirit and yours will show any difficulty the door!

    • Absolutely. The Lubov women are taking on all infectious negativity. She is doing better and I will see her tomorrow and whip her back in shape…as well as taking care of my twin siblings!!

  3. Sorry to hear your mom is experiencing this; always hard for everyone involved. But a feisty woman her age with that sense of absurdist humor will be back kickin’ Canasta butt soon, I betcha!

  4. Leslie Coleman Feldman says:

    I hope your mom will be much improved when you get to FL. I’ve been getting a kick out of finding out what your life is like from your musings and it would be fun (and weird of course!) to get together. I live in Delray Beach probably not too far from where your mom is.

    • Great to hear from you Leslie. Thanks for the kind words.Lets definitely get together. An adult beverage or coffee on Atlantic Avenue?!

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