It’s Saturday morning!
What got me out of bed so bright and early?
Another post…what else!
Before I go there however, I’d like to explain why my flaws are often the jumping off point for my writing.
It’s because I’d really like to help you learn from my mistakes or inaction…if possible.
So back to the story at hand.
My previous piece…“Wellness”…got me thinking about my mom.
Raising a large family as a widow meant we lived from paycheck to paycheck. As a result my mom’s needs came last.
I never remember her visiting the doctor. She could barely afford to take us. We were lucky to have a kind physician minister to our health problems. Dr. Fleming never pressed my mom for payment, allowing her to pay what she could…when she could.
My mom suffered greatly from arthritis, especially in her knees.
Her sorrowful groans would awaken me in the early morning hours. The floor boards creaked as she paced back and forth. Until the pain subsided, she could not sleep.
I’d lay quietly, praying for God’s help, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Not even her arthritis could keep my mom from going to work, an hour’s drive from home.
It’s difficult to understand how my mom dealt with her health issues, including high blood pressure and diabetes, without the help of doctors. As sole breadwinner, she had no time for self-pity. My mom took care of herself, and us, as best she could.
Comparing our lives would be like comparing apples and oranges.
I’m extremely fortunate to have my husband of 42 years by my side. His generosity has been a blessing for my daughter and me. We are truly grateful for his loving care and support.
Whenever I think of my mom it is with deep regret that she could not have enjoyed a better life. One that included a lifelong companion.
Someone of her own to love…and love her.
Someone who would have helped shoulder the burdens…and kiss away her tears.
Someone with whom she might have shared secrets…and belly laughs.
My mom might have been spared much of the physical and mental anguish she suffered throughout her life…had she someone to help pay for her medical care.
Alzheimer’s stole whatever remained of my mom’s indomitable spirit…when she died at 86.
It’s never too late…
…to look to your own well-being…and that of a loved one…whatever their age…