Yesterday was my 61st birthday, oh my.... here I am a real "senior", and I can hardly believe it. The time sure does fly.
My sister invited me out for drinks and dinner at Skinflints, a bar/eatery that has been in the neighborhood for more years than I can even remember. We were having drinks (jack daniels on the rocks for me, a very dark black russian for her), and talking, and I mentioned how much I missed Logan. Not long after that, Melissa and Logan came in and surprised me. That was great. I was immediately disappointed that I had not taken my camera, but luckily Melissa had her phone camera and took a couple of shots.
Later, in the evening, I hung out with Evie, and she had a strawberry shortcake for me. Yum!
Today me and Evie ventured down to "museum mile" to go the The Metropolitan Museum of Art. We met up with other friends there; Frank, Mary, and Susan. To say the museum is huge is an understatement. There's only so much walking this body can do before getting wiped out. We did see some Vermeer's, which Ev wanted to see, and Susan, too. Other artists of the period, nothing that interested me in the least. Rodin sculptures, and many other sculptures that I didn't photograph, and we didn't seem to linger too long in one spot, but kept on walking. We did see one new exhibit in its entirety, and that was The Plains Indians: Artists of the Earth and Sky. Beautiful bead and leather work, drums and fans, and head dresses. Most everything was behind glass, so getting a decent shot was tricky, and the museum was quite dark. Used a high ISO to adjust my exposure. Sorry I don't have the exact description of each of these items, but most are self-evident. Click on any pic to go to the page where you can see them enlarged.
For a break we all went to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee, which cost $3.75. I was somewhat appalled. The we walked through art again, and found our way outside where there were chairs to sit on, and the sun to soak up. I bought a frank and a bottle of water from one of the vendors outside, and it cost 75 cents less than the coffee.
Soon it was time for all of us to go our separate ways. Me and evie came back home, and had a pizza at her place. We're worn out, but all in all, it was a good day.
I see I didn't post a word for March. Too caught up in my own aches and pains to put out anything of worth. I finally got those drains out, of course, and then spent a few weeks having to put a wet to dry dressing on the incision by my belly button because it wasn't healing well. Was able to stop doing that a couple of days ago.
I have barely left the house except to go to the doctors. In a huge amount of discomfort that doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon.
Damn this reconstruction anyway. Should've stopped at the mastectomy, and have done with it. Spilt milk.
It has been a little over 4 weeks since my surgery, and I still have my drains in... it'll be another week I think. Decided to take a shot of one of them half full, just to remember... like I'd ever forget.
I haven't taken a picture yet this month/year, and I am itchy to get the shutter clicking. Of course it has been a month of doctor's visits and surgeries, and roads to recovery, so I have not exactly been in the photographing mode. Besides being in pain, and unable to walk very well unassisted, it is way to cold to step outside, and even my cat isn't amenable to haven't a photo session.
My house is a mess, and I didn't try to straighten it before surgery, and am unable to do it now. I'm a slob. It's very frustrating.
It's 3 o'clock in the morning, and the percocets aren't having the sleep inducing sensation they usually do. So, watching repeats of Friends, and strolling the internet. Not much people interaction at this time of night.
These drains are still deep red and filling frequently. Ugh.
I ran out of percocets yesterday, and have had 2 days of pain. It is all your head can think about.
Tonight luckily I got a couple of percocets from a neighbor. It sucks th at they can't call in pain pills to the pharmacy. I'll get another prescription on wednesday when I see Dr. Cohen. I hope he athinks I'm doing well.
It's late wednesday, early am of thursday, the fifth.
My mother isn't doing well. Tree says she is dying, she has given up. I can't even reach her by phone, and am not in any shape to be getting there, so it all just sucks. This seems to be the end of the line for her, and I can do nothing. My mother dying? It sucks that she didn't have any quality of life these past few years. I pray that she will go into her husband's arms, and be at the true peace she craves so badly. This life has just become too much. I've missed her for a long time already.
I am a little numb over everything going on.
Today I saw Dr Cohen my sweetheart of a plastic surgeon. They milked the drains and got out quite a bit, as there had been a clot on either side. The drains are leaking and there's not much you can do about that, except maybe wear sanitary napkins. at least they would stick. Hard to get out and get that.
He said i was healing well, and was very comfortying, as usual., along with Launda, his nurse. Launda was going to come tomorrow, to walk with me, buyt I told her not to... that I'd walk some with evie... at least around the halls, since it's going to snow some more. They knew I was in p ain, and Dr Cohen was concerned that I needed an anti anxiety with what's going on with my mother, on 0top of the recovery. They called in the meds (percocets and xanax) to the maimo pharmacy, up t he block, and Dr Cohen went and got them himself, and wouldn't take any money for t hem. What a guy. He showed me pics of his 2 young sons, and 9 mos old daughter. He must be such a loving father. Adorable kids.
Wish I could get it together enough to make him a lady of abundance before next week.
My mom died this morning around 9am. She was the best mom, and a good friend all my life. We did so many fun things together that I will never forget. Life with her and my dad was the best. I pray you are with daddy now, and even your mom and dad, and that the love is neverending.
Couldn't get any more percocets from the doctor, suggesting 800mg of motrin. They don't want you to get addicted, I guess. So, tolerating a little more pain than usual. Still have the drains. Whatever.
I miss my mom and want to talk to her. A weird feeling. I remember that feeling when daddy died. Wanting to talk.
Thinking all kinds of after death scenerios. What the interaction, if any, would be like. I think light beings relating purely, knowing each other at it's p urest. The ability to overlook this earthly life, but just as observers.... without judgement. Pure love. I wonder if they interact with the angels, and remind them to watch and help us. Spirit persists, I know that. Soul is forever.
There are many steps.
The wake was today. They did her well, and she looked good, very much at rest. Her hands looked beautiful. It was a small turn out of people, and I appreciated those who showed. Tomorrow is the funeral, but we're not going to take the long ride out to Riverhead for the buriel(at Calverton military cemetary with my dad). It's just too far and the weather is expected to be bad. We'll do t he mass in the church, St. Catherine of Alexandria.
It snowed a good amount overnight, and through the morning. Mom and I had a thing when it snowed, where we'd always call each other and say "It's snowing!" It was our thing. This time she told me from heaven, I guess. "It's snowing, Ma', I said back to her, 'it's snowing."
After a year and a half of battling infected bedsores, my mother has passed away. My heart is broken. She was the strongest woman I've ever known, so full of life. I pray she is in heaven with my father now, and dancing the Lindy with him. She had such a hard life. and now she is at peace. I love you mommy.
It seems that my mother may be dying... soon, I mean. She has been battling these deep bedsore infections since before I was diagnosed with breast cancer. She has been in and out of the hospital for nearly 2 years now, and each admission shows her declining, and unable to tolerate this life anymore. She is 87 now. She is in another world, Theresa says, and barely eats and can hardly sip through a straw. I am unable to go see her because of the condition I'm in, and I can never reach her on the phone. They are going to evaluate her for hospice care. My mother had so much life left in her, and again illness had to rob h er of that.