Hospitals, Boobs and Gunk

My mom Helen got out of the hospital today. She was very worried about her boob. SHe had cancer, had a breast removed and just got 4 new bras. The New bras may not seem like a big deal, but they are for holding Prothesis. Her Fake boob.
When in ER, they had her get into a robe. She wanted to know if the Tech guy wanted to hold her boob.
HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING MOVING MY BOOB?...All in good fun. She has been known...under the influence of wine, to ask (repeatedly) party guests if they want to see her boob. She then TAKES it OUT of its little bra carrier, and hands it to the unsuspecing dope.
THERE..now you can tell all your buddies you held someones BOOB in your hand !!

My Friend that works with the elderly had a different take on mom's "do more things screw more guys" comment. She said that sometimes people in early dementia revert back to saying things that they did when they were much younger. WHo knows.
For now, I'm glad she is home.
Her house...is disater. She can't keep it up. I tried to clean for a couple hours, barely made a dent. I threw out ANY food on the counters and kitchen that was there, just tried to make paths so she doesn't trip. Its' frightning, I don't like going there and neiter do the kids. Hub is AFRAID to go there as she immediatly starts asking him to "Do" things...fix things, move things...its very difficult to relax in SO MUCH FILTH and clutter.
We've gone the route with cleaners. They stole her blind. (in simply cleaning up the kitchen she had cash in several places). My sister and I gutted GUTTED out her basement a few years ago....within a few weeks..you counldn't even tell. We had a builder come in and Add a wall so she couldn't fall down the basement stairs. She was PISSED.
Her basement has Bats. WHen I was a kid, Bats would fly all over the house, swooping and squeeking with their sonar all over. One time, there were THREE of them in my bedroom.
My brother, thinking my hamper was the Pisser...PEED all over my clothes and my cool Diamond cut out swade boots. THEN he went to get my mom, and they Caught them in a garbage bag, stomped on two, and we kept one for show and tell for a few days.
"Nothing says White trash more then bringing a bat to school for Show and Tell".
The Hospital, GRATIOT MEDICAL CENTER in Alma sucked. The nurses were good. However, like with the food trays. Patients have to Call in for their own food. MY MOM always "forgot" Three times I had to order her food--I spoke to the nurses about it...
One gave me the Telephone number so I could call the kitchen from home!!! HELLO isn't THAT patient care????

2008 Happy New year, Kids, Cancer Pluera Pulmonary Blastoma

We had a great time last night going out with our Friends Who I will call the "SMITH" family.
We went out last year with them and three years ago, we had our "small group" New Years Eve party. So..we have a history.
We have kids about the same age, and now, our kids are old enough that a MIRACLE has occurred! WE NO LONGER GET A BABYSITTER! Of Course we leave them food, phones and video games, movies and chips and pop, Guitar Hero and Chocolate Cookies, Chip Dip and FIREWORKS. We told them they had to wait till we got back for the fireworks, because we are responsible parents like that.
This year has drastically changed all of us. I lost my job, was in the hospital, spoke a funeral, helped another woman do something I never thought I would do, swam a lot, drank a lot, cooked a lot, parented a lot.
Our kids love each other. Two of our kids got sick together recently. Mine, with the 6 week battle of pneumonia. Their Jake, had pneumonia at the same time. Neither of them were getting better, Jake was hospitalized. After the local hospital could do nothing for him, they sent him to THE BIG CITY for more treatment. They decided to try and drain some of the fluid that was on his lung.
It wasn't pneumonia.
I've had to wait weeks to even write about this as it is very fresh, and I guess I needed time to let it sink in. Jake has Cancer. Jake is nine years old. They removed a growth bigger than a grapefruit from under his lung. The Cancer if very Rare, PLEURA PULMONARY BLASTOMA. It has only been studied since 1988.
When My little one heard me talking about the cancer, she had to ask, "Now mom...is it ME or JAKE that has Cancer"? We had them over last week, and my middle kid, not quite understanding, but willing to do whatever it took to help Jake, asked...:"Is the cancer contagious?". It broke my heart.
We went out to eat, and drink some adult beverages, not nearly as many as last year and got back home as we all wanted to watch the "Ball" drop with the kids.
We had a circle of prayer that was very touching. Jake prayed about his cancer, about losing his hair, his mom prayed for Jake to be the Greatest example to the Doctor's and medical world and my middle one, Prayed..that "this year would begin with tears, and we would go out with Joy"...and quoted Pastor Chad's sermon Sunday.
This year will change all of us, it already has.
My Mom Helen 77, is in the hospital. I took her to ER on Sunday after church as she couldn't walk, couldn't get her shoes on, and was in so much pain she wanted to die. They gave her antibiotics and were going to send her home. I said, "I'm not taking her home". The ER doc looked at me like I was NUTS, and I explained that they had NOT determined WHY her feet were so bad, and I was NOT comfortable taking her home until a CAUSE was determined. They Finally got her admitted, did blood tests and they think she had GOUT, CELULITIS and something else. She is on 17 prescriptions for heart, blood pressure, depression etc.
Her word of wisdom was, as she was laying in bed, thinking about things, "I can't Believe I am as old as I am. I don't think I should be. There are lots of thing I want to do, places I want to go, and lots more men to fuck.".
From your mouth to God's ear mom.