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In The Frame: Hugs and Bones
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04/22/2005
Hugs and Bones
(This is the 2nd entry in a continuing series telling the story of my experience caring for my very ill elderly mother who is attempting to recover from surgery in a healthcare center. If you would like to read the story in chronological order, start with the entry entitled " The Other Side" .)
Hugs and Bones I got to my mom's room and Rose, my mom's roommate greeted me and immediately began talking "You must be Susan. Jane's been telling me you were coming. You're the fourth one I've met. You've got the broken knee don't you. Well, let me tell you, don't do what I done and let your knee get all bent. Walk straight or you'll be in big trouble and one leg'll end up 2-inches shorter than the other..." she continued happy to have a visitor. A nurse went by the door so Rose yelled "Nurse, nurse where are my pain pills I been asking for. This pain is killin me...." I politely disengaged and pushed past the curtain to get to my mom's half of the room.
There lay my dear mother, beyond-belief thin, grey skin, dark eyes, grey hair in a muss, sitting with her eyes closed in her hospital bed while CNN on TV reported on the Pope's ill health. Her eyes opened with my arrival and a smile crossed her dried, cracked lips as I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek where her wrinkled skin seemed to have been pulled taut by her gauntness. I felt her bones in my arms while I fought back tears. A wave of relief and happiness at being there hit me.
My mom was happy to see us and became engaged in quiet conversation telling me what a good job her kids were doing at nursing her. She joked about how I was going to go into training u"
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