[FROM APRIL 2018] Mom and my brother Tom last week. They dropped by after Tom and helped mom into his BMW and taken her for a high-speed ride on the back roads around Chico and Paradise. Mom likes to go very fast. With the top down. On a beautiful spring day where Northern California is a green dream.
At 103 years of age, small errors can lead to a major crisis; and knowing this when my phone rings at midnight and the caller ID says “Mom,” I come awake very quickly.
Last Thursday Night/ Friday morning that call came in. I responded as quickly as is safe and went to my mother’s apartment to find she had slipped and fallen onto her carpet causing an injury to her knee that left her unable to lift herself safely. My reaction was to take a quick read on her knee (Nothing broken but painful.) and then call 911 for some paramedics to drop by and evaluate her.
This was done with the usual and always amazing response team from Enloe Hospital in Chico and (after a very thorough evaluation ) they determined nothing was broken and there was no pressing need to transport her by ambulance to the emergency room. They got her back on her pins even though to put weight on her knees was quite painful. I stayed on that night and through the next to help her. She saw the orthopedist the next morning and he determined that nothing was broken or fractured and that her bones were overall in first-rate shape. She got a new knee brace which was much more sturdy than the brace she usually wears and was sent home at about noon on Friday.
This morning, Sunday, she was up and about and seemed to be well on the mend. So much so that she dressed in her Sunday best as my brother Tom, who had also come down to stay with her, took her to church and the social hour they have after. Seeing her after church today it was clear that she was about 90% of the way back to her normal walking state. She reminded me that we needed to get tickets to Noises Off at the Chico Theater Company and sent me to the box office.
And so, at 103, on we go.
I mentioned to her all the amazing support seen here and the prayers offered up on her behalf.
“Really? But.. but they don’t know me.”
“Oh, they do know you a bit, mom. I’ve written about you. Here let me read you a few of their comments.”
And I did. And as I did I noticed my Stoic mother get just a bit misty.
“How wonderful that is,” she said. “How wonderful they are.”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, they are.”
“Thank them for me.”
When my mother tells me to do something I always say, “Yes.”
So thank you. Thank you one and all.