See that bright spot just right of the center… on the left cheek of the cowardly lion’s face? ( C’mon. I know you see the cowardly lion’s face. )
That is what a stroke looks like.
Mum is home with us now. Some weakness and numbness on the right side of her body which translates to a bit of trouble getting around, but no where near as catastrophic as it could have been.
The words, “You were very lucky” were thrown out in her direction several times.
So, Thanksgiving means something extra special this year. We are blessed in some very tangible ways.
As she convalesces with us here for a bit, I catch myself casting a questioning look towards the near future. How’s and Why’s creep their way into the peripheral vision of my minds eye as I try to suss out the day to day workings of how to take care of Mum and help her without screwing things up.
And here is where you may say, “You’re such a good son to help. You won’t mess it up.” and that is so very kind of you, but I am fully aware of my own shortcomings and even on a first name basis with many of them.
But I digress. I am happy and thankful that we have room for her to stay and that we have resources available to us that many don’t. So we are blessed in order to bless.
This is life, no?
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