Mom has been struggling lately with nose bleeds. She goes through more tissues than usual, drips onto the floor and her clothing, and often makes a mess of her sheets and pillow cases. Whether the bleeding is anterior or posterior, I do not know, I only know that they are becoming a nuisance to both of us, and therefore I have finally called the doctor and made an appointment. I'm not thrilled to be headed to the doctor on my only real day off, but what can I do? I keep trying to remember the words I read in "It's Not About Me" (Max Lucado) while I was visiting my son in Minnesota; "The brevity of life grants power to abide, not an excuse to bail. Fleeting days don’t justify fleeing problems. Fleeting days strengthen us to endure problems."
"This too shall pass..." Didn't that used to be my life motto? When I woke up to wet sheets or a bed full of puke, when my kids fought nonstop, when my head was throbbing and the baby was sick... Somewhere along the way I have forgotten that no test or trial lasts forever. I no longer wash wet sheets, my children have grown, and there is no crying child when headaches throb; and even headaches are fleeting in the bigger picture.
Rocky has employed Grandma as resident storybook reader. As Grandma read "Curious George" or "Chrysanthemum", Rocky watches for nosebleeds and runs to get some tissues if need be. Reading is good for Grandma, and so are the company and questions of a small child...
On Monday we will see Mom's general practitioner about the nosebleeds. On Tuesday she has a different appointment, one that will hopefully help me gain a better understanding of what is happening in her mind. *sigh*
OUT WITH THE RED...IN WITH THE YELLOW
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