My mother always described herself as Peter Pan, and like the Energizer® pink Bunny®, Mom’s Keep Going® spirit has kept her going, she’s outlived her siblings and many of her friends, manages to keep in touch with all four generations of our large family who live all over the world, still does Tai-Chi, plays bridge and rummy, but she’s 94.5 now, after she fell last week an ambulance had to be called to help lift her off the floor, and she ended up in hospital, where they’re still doing “tests” to try determine “what happened“.
Earlier in the week we were told she’d had a minor heart attack, then today the cardiologist told my sister that the echo cardiogram showed her heart was fine for someone her age. Whatever it is, Mom is confused, upset, finds walking painful (after laying on her back for four days in emergency waiting for a bed she developed bed sores on the backs of her feet) and she doesn’t want to get out of bed.
When I heard that the nurse and my sister couldn’t get my mother out of bed I was alarmed. Peter Pan never lays in bed, Peter Pan gets up and walks the passages of the hospital with her walker, Peter Pan plays bridge to keep Alzheimer’s at bay.
Of course I want to drop everything and rush over there, but I live in Southern California, a day’s plane trip away from the north-east where she lives, and I can’t jump on a plane every time she falls. Or can I?
As I wrote last year in March when she fell several times “Old age isn’t for sissies…”