I checked the mail today---no Celebrex, which was to have been mailed out from Ortho office Tues a.m. Probably forgotten. Lab report from St. Mary's as ordered from Dr. A., was inconclusive: he'll repeat if I wish. What the heck, now I have to direct my own medical care, in addition to plotting my way into the hospital and then back home. I want my mother, and my sister. When my knees were obviously deteriorating, Dorothy said she could no longer have that surgery but thought I should have it. I told her I was waiting for her to get strong enough to see me through it, but that didn't happen.
I have a vision of Dorothy sitting, waiting for me, in the hospital lobby, alone in the cold darkness of an early morning in late winter of 2003. I had arrived for surgery at 5:30 in the morning, and she, who was almost always running late, was already there, all by herself. It meant so much.....
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