My mom is pretty much the most amazing person I know.
many of you will know, she has been very sick. A few weeks ago, her
kidneys shut down, bam, unexpectedly. She spent almost a month in the
Casper hospital, undergoing dialysis to keep her body going while the
docs try to figure out what on earth happened. They have mostly ruled
out cancer. Other than that, they are still scratching their heads. My
mom gets that from doctors all the time.
What many of
you might not know is that today was her birthday. She is spending it
in a nursing home. For my mom, thank God, this is a temporary
arrangement. Despite my initial gut feeling, I believe she is going to
pull through this (silly gut feelings). The home is, for her, just a
less-expensive place where she can have nursing and rehab care until she
is strong enough to go home.
Still, nursing homes are
difficult. As annoying as a hospital can be, with the constant
activity, noise, lack of privacy, absurd scheduling, and interruptions,
it is those very things that make it a hopeful place: This is a place
where things are happening. This is a place where change is constant.
This is a place where people come to get better.
homes are not like that. They are permeated with an air of exaggerated
calm. Everything seems to happen on a schedule, daily, weekly,
monthly. Interruptions and activity are alarmingly uncommon. The
residents, those that are out of bed, are mostly dozing in chairs,
ignoring the muted TV. The care, loving though it is, is geared toward
comfort, quiet, and predictability, not toward recovery. Because when
you come right down to it, no one recovers from old age. With a few
exceptions, this is not a place people come to get better.
this environment comes my mom, very sick but feeling very much like
there is a great deal of living ahead of her. It is a hard move. The
lady with whom she shares a room is, the nurse tells us, seldom awake,
and mostly unresponsive when she is awake. I mean this lady no
disrespect, but the first time I saw her, I thought she was dead, and
during my visits nothing happened to convince me otherwise. This is not
the kind of environment that fosters hope, joy, or optimism, all so
important for healing.
So, it was a hard move, for my
mom and dad both. But my mom just adapts to things, and before long she
was praying for God to give her a reason for being there. And late
that first night, she found one. Mom's roommate came out of her sleep,
unable to talk, crying, confused, afraid. Mom started praying, and the
song "Edelweiss" came into her mind. Not having any better ideas, mom
started singing. Her roommate immediately stopped crying, and within
minutes was sleeping peacefully. But she soon woke again.
so my amazing mom, sick and desperately in need of rest, spent the
night singing, off and on, for this poor, frightened lady whose name she
didn't even know. Happily giving up her own rest to help someone else
find it, like the child of God that she is.
Because my mom, you see, is pretty much the most amazing person I know.