Please No, I’ve Lost My Mom!

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  • My beautiful mom maybe early 1950’s
  • Mom and Dad walking down the isle.
  • Even more beautiful as she aged. Somewhere very later 1960’s to early 1970’s
  • My Older sister, Julie, me, and my Mom. 1968
  • My mom and me. I was still a babe so maybe late 1967 early 1968.
  • 1996 Dinner Date with Mom
  • Always Fun loving Mom. Her Birthday at Benihana
  • My Mom and dad 199?
  • We loved playing tricks on her. She found this on the counter…LOL 2013ish.
  • Two days before I leave her for my hip operation May 16, 2015

My June 7th 2015, Journal:


This morning I sat by my mom’s side the entire day. I barely ate or drink anything. My mother-in-law, my kids, my husband begging me to get up and walk, to eat, to drink, but I can’t. I just can’t. I am losing her and I cannot deal with this. I am not hungry, I don’t care about my hip. All I care about is getting my Mom back. PLEASE GOD, PLEASE!

The kids, Anthony, and Maggie are in and out of the living room all throughout the day trying to encourage me as well as visiting with Mommy. I can’t leave her side. I spent weeks in rehab not by her side, at the very least a daughter could do is to hold her hand as she passes away and ascends to be with Jesus. I know she’s going to pass today and I can’t let her do it without me holding her hand. I’m here for you Mommy. I Love you and I am so sorry I was not there for you these past few weeks. But I am here right now. Know you are loved so very much.

The evening has come and unfortunately, my mom has passed away. I was not looking at her, but I felt her squeeze my hand the moment she passed and I yelled out in terror to my family! A scream of physical pain is nothing compared to the scream of losing a person you love with every single inch of your being! But at least I held her hand the entire time. I do have to say it’s amazing how cold and stiff the body gets once the soul has left it. Even after she passed I could not let go of her hand.

I’m physically in pain from sitting all day long. I am parched and exhausted. All I want to do is close my eyes and sleep but I have to wait for the Medical Coroner to come so i can sign papers. Plus every time I close my eyes, I see her. Not really her, but the her who just passed. Oh God, will that picture ever go away? I know I should do my physical therapy but I just couldn’t leave her side. I’m an emotional pain because I no longer have my mommy, my rehab partner, the one person who will love me no matter what. I don’t know how I’m going to move on without her. I know time will heal everything, but I want her for another Christmas, another birthday, another milestone in her grandchildren’s lives.

I am so thankful that God kept her here on Earth for five more days. I’m so glad she didn’t pass away while we were both in rehab. I still blame myself though. If only…..

This Can’t Be Happening. I’m Losing My Mom!

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This picture is from the day before she passed away.

My June 6, 2015, Journal:


My Mom is so bad off. I cannot stop crying. I cannot take of her alone. I don’t know what to do! We finally had to call hospice. I cannot help her in and out of bed nor help her to go to the bathroom without possibly sending myself back to the hospital. My mother-in-law and my husband are doing their best, but it is hard on them as well. This is waaaaay tooooo much to ask of them. She is my Mom and I should be the one to help her. We set up the hospital bed in the living room so she can be around us all the time. Oh My God, I cannot believe this is happening. God, please NO! I cannot face this right now. I am in so much physical pain and now my heart is tearing out of my flippin chest!!!

I’ve spent the entire day sitting in my living room with my mom in her hospice bed holding her hand and talking to her. Shoot I even turned on one of her soap operas! I know that she’s going home to be with God any day now. I still feel so responsible. This morning she was still able to talk to me and tell me how much she loved me but this evening there’s nothing. As I write in my journal I am filled with so much grief. I can hardly see the page. This is not how this was supposed to go! We presumed we were going to get better together. Share a huge life story together. Share the pain of recovery together. And now, all I want to do is crawl into bed again and never come out! She’s not eating or drinking and she’s somewhat unresponsive to my words. I don’t know what I’m going to do without her! Oh My God, I cannot see straight! I cannot do this. She is the only person who has ever been there for me for my whole life through all the abuse I took from my sister, the kids at school, molestation, and rape. Please God, Please make a miracle happen and give me my Mom back, PLEASE!!!!

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Wow, this was horrible to read and re-live. I had to actually stop for a little bit because I was sobbing so hard. Boy, I had forgotten the emptiness and the loneliness I felt during these few days coming home from the hospital after my surgery. there was such a feeling of despair and a huge chasm in my gut and heart. I felt like I was the worst daughter on earth. I had let my mom down! I promised her, when we cohabitated, that I would take care of her. I promised her I would never put her in a nursing home. I would be there for her like she had been there for me my entire life even through all the crap I dished out to her in my teenage years! I felt I had let my family down because they were having to do my job of taking care of her. When we moved in together with her I had exclaimed that I would be the one to take care of her. She was my mom, my responsibility and even though sometimes I would need help, I would not let it get in the way of raising my kids. And now, not only are they having to watch her die in front of their little faces, but having to change her, feed her, etc?

These were tough feelings I was dealing with. As a matter of fact, I did spend about 6 hours 1 day during this period in bed because I was so depressed and riddled with guilt I was unable to face my Mom or my family. Reliving these feelings, as I write it on this blog post, was very difficult. I found myself starting to get caught up in the guilt and depression again. So I had to stop and pray. I talked to God for a good 15 minutes and read a few passages and felt so much better and came back to write the ending remarks. I am so glad I did that because I could see myself falling back into those bleak feelings.

If you are going through something like this, please know it is OK to have all those feelings. It is OK, to be down, depressed, sad, etc. But it is NOT OK to stay there. Pray, talk, and work on not wallowing in it. Message me. I will pray with you or talk with you.

My journey does not end here. There is soooooo much more! If you want to read more about my journey, keep following. I will be posting more of my journals. All parts of my journal that are in italic are my current thoughts or additions, otherwise, everything else comes directly from the journal I was keeping at the time. I hope, if you know me personally, this gives you insight into what was really, truly going on every time you asked and I said  “I’m Fine”. I also hope that for those of you who are going through something similar, this journal gives you hope that things do get better!

Time to Go Home From Rehab

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My June 1st, 2015, Journal:


Today I get released from rehab. Part of me is really excited but the other part of me is really scared. I’ve appreciated for the first time ever having someone watch over me and make sure I am safe and not getting injured. Not to mention I’ve enjoyed not having to worry about cleaning up the house or cooking dinner or taking care of the kids and my husband right now. I just honestly want to just worry about me. I typically like to put my family first, but it might be time to put me first. But I’m sure all will be fine once I get home and my family will be very helpful.

Tomorrow I have a post-op appointment and then Wednesday my mom gets released from rehab. I’m even more nervous about that. She didn’t sound too good over the phone the last couple of times I talked to her. I miss her so much I can’t wait to see her and tell her how things have been going and just be there for her. We can both take little tiny walks one or two houses together while we both recover. I look forward to recovering with my mom.


My June 3, 2015, Journal:


My mom came home today and she didn’t even recognize me. I knew something was wrong the last couple of times I talked to her she just didn’t sound like herself. OMGsh, what am I going to do? She finally realized it was me but she thought I was the nurse when she first came home. She thought she was still in the hospital. Oh please God, don’t take her away from me not now! I need my mommy!

I feel so down and so depressed and so responsible for this. If only I had not done the hip replacement and waited and just done my job and taken care of her and maybe she’d be better off. How selfish of a daughter can I be?!?!?! I will, for the rest of her life, apologize over and over to her!

A couple of times that we talked she had mentioned that she had to wait for so long to get help to go the bathroom. If she were home with me that would have never happened! This is my fault I know it is! I should have never put her in rehab. I could have waited to get my hip operation till she came home and was better. I am ashamed of myself!

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As I write this, I am remembering how ashamed I felt. I felt as if, without saying, everyone was blaming me for my mom’s condition. Everyone was thinking how selfish I was for not waiting till she got out of the hospital. But I will say, she told me at least 100 times to go ahead with the operation. So did my husband, my mother-in-law, and friends. It truly was one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make. To truly put me first. To think about myself above anyone else first. Sure I am selfish at times, but my family always comes first when it comes to the medium and big things, so making the decision to go ahead with my total left hip replacement while my mom was in rehab, was not as straightforward as you might think!

Before you ask, the reason my mom was in the hospital was that she hated doctors. She had congestive heart failure for years and high blood pressure as well as she was diagnosed with lupus and rheumatoid arthritis years before. She hated taking meds, but she did take her BP and CHF pills daily. Anyway, her legs had been weeping (expressing liquid) (cringe) for about a month. They started right after her last doctor’s appointment which she did keep to monthly (because of my demanding personally). I kept telling her this was not normal and we absolutely had to go to the doctor. It is my fault. I let it go for three weeks with her refusing until I finally threatened her to call an ambulance if she did not make an appt NOW! I should have threatened earlier. By then it was too late. When we went into the doctor’s office the doctor was emphatic that I take her to the ER NOW. My mom refused in the car, but now I was in control. They immediately admitted her and that was the start of the end for her, especially after she was released to the rehab center!

If you want to read more about my journey, keep following. I will be posting more of my journals. All parts of my journal that are in italic are my current thoughts or additions, otherwise, everything else comes directly from the journal I was keeping at the time. I hope if you know me personally this gives you insight into what was really going on every time you asked and I said  “I’m Fine”. I also hope that for those of you who are going through something similar, this journal gives you hope that things do get better!

The Day of My Hip Surgery

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My May 18, 2015, Journal:


May 18th, 2015 will always be a day to remember for me. Today I went in at 5:30 am for my hip surgery. I had been going about 5 years in horrific pain. I was truly really unable to continue walking at this point. I was in such pain. I was at a point where I could hardly function as a parent with my kids because I couldn’t get down on the floor nor could I get up at this point, I could barely get out of a seated chair. So it was time to find out what was going on and it was time to get it fixed.

Over the course of about 1 1/2 years, I had gone to several doctors in hopes they would perform surgery on my hip. At this time I found out that it wasn’t just a small amount of arthritis but it was actually a congenital defect. I was born with a hip socket that wasn’t fully formed. This explained so many things during my childhood that I never understood why I couldn’t do some of the things that my friends could do. All because of my hip. It made so much sense now.

After seeing two doctors and both of them saying “NO” to performing the surgery, I had given up hope. Both of them had explained to me I was too heavy to take a chance on operating. Even though at this point I had been walking 5 to 6 miles every weekday and I had just stopped less than a year or so prior to my operation because it was just too painful. But that didn’t seem to persuade them.

My husband insisted that I try one more doctor but I dont have any hope.  But what ended up happening was a glorious occasion. I told the Dr. Batchelor what was wrong, he took some x-rays, looked at the MRIs that I had brought in, left the room. When he came back into the room, he sat down, looked at me, and said “We need to operate. We need to do a full left lateral hip replacement. We have an opening in about 2 weeks”. I burst out in tears.
{For those of you who know me, you know that I don’t like to cry in front of people if I can help it but I couldn’t help it this time.} He thought I was upset with the news of needing the surgery, but I had to tell him that I was not upset and that the tears were actually tears of joy! I even proceeded to tell him about the other doctors and how they have treated me. His response? “No one, no matter their size or age, should live their lives in this kind of pain ever!” What a response I almost jumped out of my seat to hug him.

However, I didn’t have the operation two weeks later because I had to take care of my mom first. You see she was having some serious health issues and at this point, we knew that she needed more help than what I could give her after having a hip operation. And on May 7th, my mom ended up in the hospital. Now I knew for sure that I had made the right choice to push my operation out a little bit. When she was released from the hospital we (meaning my mom, my husband, and me) agreed to put her in a Rehabilitation center so that she would have 24-hour care while I was in rehab myself.

_________________________________________________________________________This was what I had thought was the most stressful time of my life. Here my mom was in a rehabilitation center after being in a hospital for almost a week and I’m going in for a full left hip replacement. Extreme stress!

Once I got to the hospital I was scared out of my mind. I was shaking like a leaf, my BP was elevated from the nerves and I was on the verge of tears. I had watched several hip surgeries on the internet so I knew what was to come. I knew what it was going to look and sound like in the OR. But once I woke up, even though I was in a lot of pain and they made me try to walk, I was so happy. It was over. Soon I was going to be pain-free!!! I was so ecstatic. Plus I was going to get to spend the next couple of weeks in a rehab center. And before you even think it, yes I had to go to a rehab center. The reason being is my bedroom was on the second story and my doctor didn’t want to take any chances of me falling down the stairs during that healing/relearning to walk time. Also, with my mom in need of constant care and me in need of it as well, it was going to be a huge burden on my family! So they put me in a rehab center for 2 weeks.

But my horrors and what this journal is all about documenting have just only begun. The following posts are going to be somewhat sporadic. And they will be from a journal that I was keeping. I didn’t write in it every day and sometimes I didn’t even write in it every week, but I did jot down my feelings. With this journal in hand, I will be able to relive my journey and my recovery with you in hopes to enlighten those who know people going through something similar or to encourage you who are hitting rock bottom in your recovery from an injury or illness. Remember there is always a light at the end of a tunnel and if you stick with me, you will see my light getting brighter and brighter! Welcome to my journey to healing and recovery!

If you want to read more about my journey, keep following. I will be posting more of my journals. All parts of my journal that are in italic are my current thoughts or additions, otherwise, everything else comes directly from the journal I was keeping at the time. I hope if you know me personally this gives you insight into what was really going on every time you asked and I said  “I’m Fine”. I also hope that for those of you who are going through something similar, this journal gives you hope that things do get better!