Day 28: Childish

I am taking a risk with this post, since I have family members who read my blog as well as close family friends.  But I am frustrated and angered right now at not just the medical community but also my mother.

For those of you who don’t know, my mom is sick.  In addition to severe rheumatoid arthritis and diabetes, she also has a disease called COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease).  This disease is very similar to emphysema but is an accumulation of several factors that make it in many ways worse.  She has chronic bronchitis, severe asthma in addition to the symptoms of emphysema essentially.   She is on 2 litres of oxygen at all times, takes so many different medications, I can’t keep track of all their names or remember just exactly how many there are that she takes in a day.  She also chooses to still smoke.  I know addiction is a disease, and she says she really wants to quit, but after a comment she made to me once, I can’t help but wonder just how much she wants too.

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Day 7: Mom

Everyone has one.  Without her, we wouldn’t exist because science hasn’t perfected the way for a child to grow outside the womb.  Whether your mom is biological, adoptive or some other way that mom’s come into our lives, you have one.  You may not be on speaking terms, may not know who she is, or you may be best friends.

My mom and I have had our ups and downs through the years.  After my dad died, we had our worst downs and our relationship was pretty bad.  I was a 16 year old teenage girl who’s hero had just died and I hated everyone for it. She tried really hard to fill the void that loosing my dad left but there is a special place in a girls heart that only her dad can fill.

After she finally accepted some things about me and I accepted some things about her, we came to an unspoken agreement that was peaceful and we were even able to grow from it.  As a woman in her early 40′s she was shoved suddenly into the category of single mother of three teenager girls.  To say life was crazy for her was an understatement.  We really put her through the ringer and she managed to survive what my sisters and I threw at her over the years.

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