I Hate Surprises

Talked with Dad this morning. He told me Mom is doing better. It turns out she had a clogged vein in her leg and needed a stent put in there. After I knew Dad was okay I asked to talk with Mom.

"Do you feel better?" I asked her.

"Did it hurt?" she asked. "Hell yes it hurt," she answered. Her hearing is bad.

So we talked a few minutes and I made it a point to tell her I don't want anymore of that "I want to die" talk. We aren't ready to let her go. Besides it isn't up to us to decide when we go, it's up to God. I told her that if she died too soon God would ask her what she was doing there so soon and He might just kick her back to us.

That would really piss her off.

She said she was angry and just wanted to die and get it over with. Turns out she caught hell from my sisters for that silly talk.

After all, two sisters fought cancer. Two nieces are fighting it now, and winning I might add, and a son is fighting cancer so we ain't about to sit around and let the matriarch of the family just give up. No way, no how.

What kind of precedent would that set for her descendants? I wouldn't want to be remembered that way.

Mom has been through hell and back over the years so I know in my heart she is much stronger than she thinks. It will take more than a little old heart attack to take her out.

So, things are good once again.

I just wish life didn't have to be so damned unpredictable some times. Damned suprised really suck.