So much time has passed since I last updated this blog. For me, I must be in the mood to tell a story or to explain what has been going on. Lately the mood has not been with me. Or maybe it has just been a bad mood. I get depressed about life and what it hands me and I just don’t feel like telling the story. Today however is different. The story is not about me but rather about my parents. I am sitting in the waiting room of Munson Medical Center in Traverse City, MI. My mother is in getting two tests done to look for blockage. The first is Transesophageal Echo which is a procedure that uses ultrasound waves to examine the heart. The second is the Cardiac Catheterization which is a procedure during which doctors insert a long, thin, flexible tube, called a catheter into the body. The catheter is inserted into a blood vessel and directed toward the heart. This procedure allows doctors to asses how well the heart is pumping and to examine the coronary arteries and the heart valves. She may need a stint put in and if that becomes the case we may have to spend another night here.
My father has been in and out of testing for his emphysima and lung cancer. He smoked for many years and finally quit back in 97. Unfortunately it was about 20 years too late. He has advanced emphysima and according to him, it will kill him before the cancer does. He has another catscan beind done in a week. This is to see how much the cancer has advanced since the last scan 3 months ago. Both of them are 72.
As some of you may know, I am divorced. I moved up here to the U.P. of Michigan last November and at that time there was no indication of cancer in my father. It is strange where life leads us. Is it divine intervention? Why would the changes in my life lead me here at this time when I am needed by both of my parents? Did God step in and guide me this way. I want to think so but I am glad that I am here for them. My father has told me some stories of his life. Stories that I never knew. He has also been telling me about things I need to know to take care of their home and land.. and my mother. It is often uncomfortable to do but it is necessary. I have promised him that if needed I will take care of my mother. He is not to worry. Now there is worry about my mother’s health and yes, I will be here to take care of my father if that is needed.
I miss my boys so much. David is now 18 and working hard. He graduated from high school last May. Eric, who is 13, just started back to school today after returning back from San Diego where he spent some time with his grandmother. From what he says, he had a good time there. She is a good grandmother.
Yesterday was Thoren’s birthday. He is now 27 years old. Can you believe that? I feel so old thinking of that. Jeremy married a sweet girl named Lauren. They are both in the hospital as I type this to give birth to my first grand-daughter Saphire Rain Freeman. I am not sure of the spelling. I am on pins and needles waiting to hear the news from my ex-wife Marie. I pray they are doing ok.
Both of my sisters are here in the hospital along with my aunt Louise and my father. The nurse just came and called saying my mother just finished the first procedure. My sisters went back for now to check on mom.
I will update more soon.