I am Behind in Life and It Feels Like I Only Have Minutes Left to Live!

The expression ‘Only minutes left to live…’ is something I heard on Downton Abbey when the character felt rushed….nothing gloomy. I believe I last wrote in my journal nearly 3 weeks ago. Too much has happened so I doubt this will be more than a summary of events…and really there were quite a few big deals.

Here are what topics I need to cover:

Brother Bill’s Heart Issues

Mom Falling

Conversations with Mom at 2:00 AM

• Annie Roe Honored at the KISD Federation

• Two Birthday Club Dinners

Book Thief Book Club Here

• Republican Women’s Luncheon

• What the Left and Right Politicos have in common

• Old Friends Moving On

• Visiting Lolly

• It is Spring Len’s Generosity with Flowers

• Skip and Willie Visit in the Motor Home with Three Teacup Dogs Drama

• Camie says I am Addicted to Cat/Kitten Porn

OK, all of this occurred in less than three weeks. So, I will start with a spontaneous day trip to see Mom…As I was visiting with her Bros. Bill came in and said he was going to the urgent care doctor—he was having fluttering feelings and just wanted to get it checked. No need for concern he said…he just had some time and thought this was a way to get it checked fast and is on his way. This I knew would not be the case. The spontaneous day trip turned into an overnight trip. Of course, the urgent care folks sent him on to ER and he ended up staying overnight. Bill was not satisfied with the way he was kept overnight because they indicated he might be able to have his already scheduled heart catheterization done while he was there – then they wouldn’t do it. I think he felt duped. He did not have a heart attack. So I stayed the night with Mom and planned to come back the next Friday to take him for the heart procedure.

After Mom went to bed, and after her prayers (I am privileged to hear them from across the house), she starts this horrid coughing. I really thought she might die. I took her some water and she said all was well. Then as I walked back to my bedroom, she called my name. I turned around and she had fallen. I got her up and into the living room so she could sit in her chair and perhaps get some relief from the coughing. We sat there and visited. Now it is 2:00 am. At 3:00 she sent me off to bed. During this conversation she covered a lot of territory. She did a lot of reminiscing about the nursing home days, old friends, etc. At some point she told me a story about when she was in nursing school at OU. She said there was a Black housekeeper that worked at night. She always smiled at Mom and of course, Mom would be very friendly and polite. One night the janitoress asked, “Honey, can I touch your cheek? Your skin looks like it could bust it is so smooth.” That is some memory after 70 years.

I returned four days later to take Bill for the heart catheterization. It was good news all the way. The obstruction identified during the CT scan is not dangerous and Bill has a great heart….no worries except he can’t take any more over-the-counter supplements and needs to take something for anxiety. Good call.


I took advantage of the happy brother drugging and managed to extort coveted items and promises while he was feeling giddy. I also put a turban on him made from a scarf I just happened to have. You have to take advantage of the moment.

I think the font on this is going to be tooooooo small. I will have to write more tomorrow when I get back from SAT. I am taking Mom a pre-Easter lunch. Now I have to wash my hair and find some clothes that make me look thin. Mom notices!


One Response to “I am Behind in Life and It Feels Like I Only Have Minutes Left to Live!”

  1. hartwish Says:

    I was starting to worry about not having heard from you lately, and now happily drinking my morning shake I feel satisfied to know that all is continuing as usual in Susan’s world, and I await the next installment with anticipation…even the list of up coming stories is full of life! And in the meantime, I’m wishing you a lovely, loving Easter.

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