I sang a song to my 90 year old mom on Saturday night. She was curled up on a hospital bed in pain.
I love my mom. I love my sisters. They matter to me.
She fell earlier in this past month of April. She and my sister were planning on calling the exterminator due to wood cock roaches slipping into her home from the National Forest that her land back into.
It was midnight, she was traveling for her midnight restroom break, and one of those suckers jiggled across her bathroom floor.
I was not there, however, I can just imagine how vehemently she responded to the call to destroy the little guy! All 4’10” of my spunky mom set out for the kill. She swished a shoe from her closet and went after it.
Being that she was not in shoes, her feet slipped out from underneath her and she landed on her right shoulder and her backside. That would be bad enough , but the final blow to her pride came when she realized she was sitting in a puddle of blood created by a compound fracture of tibia and fibula in her right leg!
I say pride because this choice resulted in her losing her lifelong brag of never having been in the hospital for anything other than the births of her. Four children. Consequences of this choice caused a chain of unfortunate events.
1. First Ambulance ride
2. First hospital stay
3. First rehab stay (6+ weeks)
4. First return to ER because of infection
the list goes on.
We are all here. All of her four daughters. We’ve rallied around her. We love her. Those of us that flew left our spouses to stay for awhile. Those of us that live in the area have struggled through responsibility shiftings.
we are sharing the task of someone being with her every minute of this ordeal. We don’t want her waking up and not knowing where she is. Life at 90 is scary enough.
and yet, it gets more difficult.
Trusting God is mom’s legacy.
Today she is trusting God. She openly admits this is too hard for her. And it is. But is is not too hard for her Abba. She can do this through him.
We don’t know what the end result of this time is...
but we do know that when the rough roads hit family matters.
The family matters that can drive a wedge, can be healed. The family matters that can cause confusion and fear can and do make us face our belief systems.
Ours has been sorely tested and given the go ahead by God to know that Fmily Matters.
Ill be helping my family for as long as I am able to be away from my other responsibilities — so, unfortunately not as long as I’m needed. But as long as I can.
I’ll be back on my Sometime on Monday duty of blog posting as soon as I’m back.
And remember Family matters sometimes remind you that FamilyMatters!
Robyn and Biff ask for prayer.
Robyn Rochelle Cox
WHOSE AM I?