I wrote this thank you letter to her last night. At first I thought it was a little private, but then I realized I wanted to share with everyone how amazing my mom has been to me and for me these last few weeks. So here it is. Don’t ruin the surprise for her yet, I haven’t given it to her yet.
Mom–
I was in the middle of writing thank you notes last night, well early this morning and I wanted to thank you most of all. It seemed kind-of petty mailing thank you notes for flowers when .. You derrick jamie emilio and grandma were the brightest things in my room.
This wreck, the surgery, and the constant pain is the hardest thing I’ve experienced. I don’t think a lot of people understand exactly what I’ve gone through and what i’m going through… (I have a 10”? incision on my back for gods sake) but you do. you’ve been there for the whole haul. The hospitals, trauma units, seeing me post surgery, my check-ups, watching me in rehabilitation trying to walk… you’ve been there.
Words can’t describe how much I appreciate your company when you visited me in the Twin Falls hospital, and in Boise. The constant hours, mornings afternoons, evening, and DAYS by my side meant more then anything I can place in to words. The fetching of something so ridiculous as a laptop to ease my mind—my mind that was clearly in shock
You obligingly feeding me ice chips constantly, and sneaking me water because I felt so parched. Listening to me whine about being on a straightboard. Bringing me sprite when they “approved” me for clear fluids. The paging of nurses. The smiles laughter and cheer– all trying to put a bright light on a literally awful situation. The puddings. More puddings. Paging the nurses when I got sick (From the puddings??
… Calling Addi for numbers, watching me hurt…. Watching me cry… Watching me laugh. Watching me after surgery, in the most pain I’ve ever felt. Calling the nurse in charge, calling the doctors and being my voice with them when it was obviously hard for me to reinforce my boundaries myself. Although Mom…. I’m trying to decide if that loopy nurse had the last laugh, it was her in fact that had my catheter removed the very morning after when she was able to get me to sit up on the side of the bed for the first time.…. Only for me to get ‘stuck’ with the catheter again(ouch). That Bitch!
Actually… it all seems surreal, as if it happened years ago. It’s only been a little over a month.
I’ve only mentioned a week so far. I haven’t thanked you for the constant breakfasts lunches and dinners since then. Sweetly bringing me food and vitamins….Placing them by my side.. Changing my bandages. Cleaning my room…Putting on my tet hose. Applying ointment to my lacerations and stitched face. Helping me because my incision sprung a leak for my guests. Grabbing things because I dropped them. Trying to make me laugh when I’m frustrated, upset, or outright mean from the pain and stress….. The outings to town, chili’s, outback… the reminders to use my cane when I’m being bitchy and defiant. The coffee’s. The motherliness. The friendship.
One of the thoughts, or scenarios that crossed my mind before surgery were those people that face a surgery or trauma and at some point need to have the WILL to continue, the strength to face the complications that may arise. You know, the usual “you’re a mean old bastard you can come through this if you just will.” Or “Fight it you’re strong enough come through this.”
The question I had for myself was “Am I the type of person to fight through and fearlessly push forward if something comes up today or went wrong and it was literally the choice of my being, or soul as to the outcome of life or death? Would I or could I fight or head towards the light.” I never really saw myself as the type to be a fighter no matter the cost– I’ve always been a bit passive but thinking that before surgery made me think of you and how strong you’ve always been. Before that minute, that hour, that day of surgery I may not have consciously chosen to be a fighter in a situation like that … but right then and there before surgery I knew I was, I knew if had to face a complication I’d unequivocally push through no matter the cost or de-habilitation. Thank God my body was the trooper and I didn’t have to experience having my soul will my choice of life over death. But who knows that power, that will probably prevented even seeing that experience come along. I was so resolved with a positive outcome and fighting for that positive outcome no matter… that I never saw a complication.
Anyways, I just want to say thank you and make sure you realize how much I appreciate you and everything you have done for me. I will valiantly and loyally be there when its your turn. I can’t say I will GLADLY be there because I enjoy you being healthy .. but I’ll be there.
I love you Mom, thank you. Thank you so much. I love you. You’re the most amazing person I will know and I’m so grateful you’re a part of my life.
*mmmuah*