Happy 14 year anniversary to my sweet Hugo ♥ Fourteen years of thankfully having you in my life. You made every second of the past 441,504,000 seconds happy and filled with love. I know our anniversary isn’t until tomorrow but I remember July 31st, 2004, like it was yesterday. It was the day we joined forces as a team and created a life on the other side of the country together. Thank you for being such a wonderful husband and best friend♥
HOLY SHIT, did we have a close call last night. I will cut to the middle of this story, which is the scariest part. My husband and I genuinely thought my mother might have had a minor stroke around 7 o’clock. After a small argument with my mom earlier in the day, the thought of my mom having a serious condition, and potential lifelong complications, was frightening, sad and incredibly scary.
Now, let’s cut to the beginning of this short story. After a delightful dinner of stuffed clams and some sides, Hugo started to clean up the dishes as my mom and I meandered around the patio area, sitting in the hammock and enjoying the cool evening air with the company of the two dogs. We casually chatted as I watered some potted flowers that are scattered around the patio; she swayed back and forth in the hammock, with her glasses strung around her neck as she gazed on and off at her cell phone. We retreated inside again so I could ice my knee for the 40th time today, rejoining Hugo in the kitchen. My mom sat down on the long wooden bench that runs along the backside of our kitchen table. This is the usual, private spot she posts up in our kitchen when she visits – this is because she is capable of setting up a makeshift office there, complete with her laptop and her traveling wicker basket that’s full of her weekly pills, a “seen better days” Yeti cup, and various other odds and ends that descend the stairs with her every morning.
As I sat on the couch with my knee iced and elevated, I began contemplating my new blog post topic. I looked over at my mother and noticed she was straddling the kitchen table bench and was hunched over at the waist. I asked my mom if she was ok as Hugo craned his neck around to look; she replied, “I can’t see.” “You can’t see??!?”, I retorted, in shock at her statement. Blinking her eyes as she removed her glasses, and with mild panic in her voice, my mom returned with, “I can’t see out of my right eye.”
I’m sorry…come again? You can’t SEE out of your right EYE?!!!?!?!! I immediately thought that she was having, or just had, a mild stroke. To Google I went. My dear friend Google confirmed that sudden blurry vision or loss of vision out of one or both eyes is a symptom of a stroke. Cue the HOLY SHIT moment.
Hugo, my mom and I went back and forth for the next ten minutes discussing her sole symptom and the lack of additional symptoms. I put my sandals on anticipating a trip to our local hospital because I was genuinely scared that she had in fact experienced a mild stroke. We continued diagnosing her online and therefore continued frightening the three of us with the fact that an un-diagnosed stroke could lead to serious long-term complications. My mom said that her vision was coming and going in the symptomatic eye but she didn’t want to go to the hospital just yet. I understood her desire to wait because she didn’t want to be hasty but the loss of vision in one eye genuinely scared me. The clock ticked by and we watched 60 Minutes, all of us nervous that we were not properly handling this potentially dangerous medical situation.
A few short minutes later, my mom got up from the couch to retrieve her glasses from the kitchen table. She picked up the glasses and turned to face us on the couch as she gasped and laughed at the same time. “What?”, I asked. She held up the glasses and said, “You will not believe this.” She moved closer to Hugo and I on the couch as she laughed again. She showed us the glasses as she explained how the right lens was missing! She wasn’t experiencing a stroke, her vision was blurry because her glasses weren’t intact!!
Now, you as the reader may be thinking how could this happen? Well, you aren’t alone in this thought because Hugo and I were thinking the same thing. My mom clarified that she had been using the glasses, minus the right eye lens, and that is when she initially began experiencing the blurry vision, or so we thought. She took the glasses off, still felt like her eyes were off, and that’s where the story picks up. Needless to say, the story ends with twenty minutes of deep, guttural laughter and disbelief that this actually happened. I mean, we almost called 911 because my mom was having a stroke when in fact she had lost her glasses lens! It is so ridiculous and so great, all at the same time.
The learning lesson in all of this is to know the early warning signs of a stroke. I like this website – the take-away is the acronym BE FAST. Balance, Eyes, Face drooping, Arm weakness, Speech difficulty, Time to call 911! Click the link and be sure you are familiar with the symptoms. I remembered learning about the loss of vision (our particular symptom in this scenario) a long time ago so that’s where the whole conversation started with us last night.
Finally (because I know the cliffhanger is killing you), Hugo did in fact find the missing lens. It was hidden in the hammock from earlier that night and has since been successfully been reunited with its rightful glasses frame. And I am happy to report that my mom is healthy and symptom free this morning ♥
After nearly fifteen hours of traveling the 2,872.6 miles from door-to-door, my mother bear arrived to our house safely. That’s not to say that the trek was without bumps. Actually, to be completely honest, it was riddled with bumps.
After driving from her home to the airport, severe weather delayed her outgoing flight by five hours. Now, that is incredibly easy to type but when you are boarding, waiting, waiting some more, de-planing, waiting, trying to find something decent to eat at the airport, and then waiting some more for a little over 300 minutes, it sucks to say the least. She finally departed for the left coast after the weather cleared and ultimately landed at 1:16am. She gathered her checked luggage from the baggage claim carousel, her driver met her at the exit with a fancy name sign and she strapped herself into the backseat of her final leg of her trip. As the driver joined a long line of vehicles patiently waiting to exit the airport parking garage and hit the road, both my mom and the driver realized something was wrong. And the something that was wrong manifested itself in the form of an elderly, Asian parking garage ticket collector. Thankfully, the speed at which this ticket collector processed exiting cars began to slowly improve and my mother’s car was able to begin the final leg of her voyage cross-country. At almost half past two in the morning on this fine Saturday in late July, she arrived safely at our house. We hugged, she tried on a bright red lifeguard jacket I gifted her, we checked out the new couches in our computer room, and we went to bed.
It just turned into morning on the West Coast of the United States so I figured it was suiting to pen a good morning note to the earth. All of the birds are still tucked into bed where we live and we would be too, however tonight is a little different. As I write this, my mother is airborne, most likely flying westbound through the Rockies right about now. Her flight was delayed roughly five hours due to severely inclement weather in New York City yesterday afternoon. Any who, she is almost here and we are waiting up to greet her. Hugo and I are drinking tea, eating freshly baked banana nut bread and enjoying the cool night air.
So thankful to have my mother joining us for a few days. She is such a wonderful person and I am thoroughly looking forward to soaking her up for a few days ♥
Hugo and I are heartbroken. We just found out yesterday that our male Rottweiler has advanced throat cancer. That is a heavy sentence. Our poor puppy – we love him so incredibly much and our house is in mourning already, just knowing that we are about to lose him. The vet herself was somber and not very optimistic for his future. Right now it is just about giving him the best life possible and prevent him from suffering in any way. He is sad, we are sad. Life really sucks sometimes.
It breaks my heart and physically pains me inside just knowing that his throat is almost completely blocked from the massive growth in there. I feel helpless looking at someone who we have loved since he was a wiggly pup over nine years ago. Most pet owners take on all animal relationships, knowing full well that normally humans outlive the animals in their lives. Yet we all do it. We know that after a silly puppy phase, to a growing adolescent phase, to a mild senior phase, we are potentially met with these awful times. We do it for the love of animals and the friendship and companionship they give us. And they give us so much more than that.
I have learned and grown in my own way from my relationship with my animals. I have learned to be more patient and to love blindly, because they are masters of both qualities. I have learned to enjoy the simple things in life, like food and how simply sitting next to someone you love can warm your heart.
I know this cycle continues every minute of every day, everywhere in the world. Babies are born and everyone dies. All species and for all different reasons, yet it doesn’t make it any easier when it is actually happening in front of you. I do not believe in a higher power but I do believe in love and being kind. Right now, my plan is to drown my old, sick dog in love and if there is anyone floating in the clouds listening to my desperate pleas, maybe they can spare him from suffering.
One word…ughhh. Is that even a word? It is to me, right here and now as we are in the middle of escrow, about to hopefully close on our rental property sale. Dealing with lenders, underwriters, agents and all others involved is exhausting to say the least. Our escrow snafu entails some verbiage in a homeowner’s association insurance policy, which is nothing short of 400 pages for all parties to review. Both super boring and super unexciting and all parties involved point fingers at everyone else as to what the hold up is. The joys of real estate transactions…here’s hoping it is over soon and we successfully close escrow on time next week!
It is sometimes difficult to be patient when dealing with other people because I sometimes want to wring their necks (as my Mom would say) when they don’t cooperate and get their business handled in a timely manner. I am extremely assertive and aggressive when it comes to managing phone calls, checking things off of my to-do list and just, how do you say, getting shit done. It boggles the mind when others around you are not on the same page. Maybe that is the learning lesson in all of this. Maybe.
I have felt a little bit like a failure, yet again, in regards to my diet because I have been straying off of my strict course since my knee surgery. I have been so incredibly committed to myself for the past few months that since, for the past 10 days roughly, I have been eating whatever I want, I felt like I failed. Failed myself yet again.
It took me a few days to process it. With the constant support from my husband, who always tells me how beautiful I am, I finally processed it all today and came to my conclusion – who cares that I had a few day lapse in strict eating, I had surgery and have gone through a lot! I have to cut myself a break sometimes (so much easier said than done for me because I am my absolute harshest critic).
So I write this as a renewed commitment to myself. I am back on board with caring for myself and being conscious of my choices. I will not dwell on the small mistakes I have made but I will rather celebrate all of the progress I have made. I will continue to work hard because I am worth working hard for. If we don’t make ourselves a priority, aren’t our priorities out of whack?
I look forward to being able to work out and move my body soon, after I become more mobile and continue to heal. So not only do I have my renewed sense of self to be happy about today but I also have the upcoming arrival of my Mom, who is visiting us on Friday! And I also have The Bachelorette on tonight and it starts in 5 minutes. The only thing that would make tonight better would be having my husband at home with me (I miss him a lot since he is at work). Cheers and goodnight ♥