CHAPTER 67 New Year & A Bedridden State Of Affairs

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"You crawled inside my heart

inside my soul

and left me unaware

of your presence

until it was too late

to undo."


Mom had an appointment with her primary physician, Dr. Nestor, a few days after the first of the new year. So we did our regular morning routine and then started dressing Mom to go into town. When we sat her up in bed and started to move her to stand up, she started breathing really hard.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Yeah," Dad said.

"Her breathing?"

"Yeah," Dad said.

"Should I get the wheelchair?" I asked.

"No. I don't think we're going to be able to get her out of bed. We're going to have to cancel the appointment and let them know what's going on," Dad said.

My heart went into free-fall. Mom was too weak now. She wasn't going anywhere anymore.

"Yeah, hi my wife has appointment with Dr. Nestor this morning. And she's too weak to make it. Is he around? Okay. Thank you," Dad said.

"Hi Doc. This is Joseph and my wife had an appointment with you this morning and she's too weak for us to get her into the car," Dad said.

"Really? That would be awesome. Thank you," Dad said.

"Well?" I asked

"He said he would help us out with Social Security disability," Dad said.

"How fucking great is that!" I said.

Text to Bro: Mom is in pretty much a bed ridden state. It's too taxing on her to get up. Her blood pressure is very low. We're going to see about getting some blood tests done to track her inflammation levels.

Bro: Okay. Not the best sign. Well hopefully that's fixable.

Me: Yep. That's what we're hoping for too.

Later in the day I went a little crazy on baking. I hadn't baked much in a while and all the sudden the mood hit me. I used to love baking. But nowadays I didn't have a lot of time. I was too busy doing chores and taking care of Mom. The smells of fresh baked goods filled the house and the hopelessness of my life was lifted for a brief time. Nothing like biting into a fresh cookie to lift your spirits!

"Well, I just had an interesting call," Dad said.


"I guess Tom put $500 for us and our produce down at the produce warehouse," Dad said.

"Wow! Oh my fucking God!" I said.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I almost started crying on the phone," Dad said.

When Dad brought home the mail there was a card in there with notes from some of Mom's family, and several checks.

"Dad look at this!"

"That's amazing," Dad said.

"Yeah, it is," I said.

Even with the apparent estrangement and resolved issues between Mom and her family, they had responded with kind support to our needs. I'd sent out an email with the link to the Family Wishlist I'd done. I didn't know what people would think of it. But we were scraping by financially these days and could use all the help we could get.

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