My mom...

I think of my mom often. She's so vibrant, so alive, so independant.






And right now she is so incapacitated.

Last week I found out that my mom fell at work and broke her leg. Not only did she break her leg but she tore her ACL, MCL, broke her tibia, and has fluid accumulating under the kneecap. She's going to be out of work until at least January. She's never been out of work that long in her life!! She only has one bathroom...and of course it's on the second floor of the house, so she is spending a lot of time in her bedroom.

She is heavily medicated at this point, so she's been in a pretty good mood. Though I can assure you that once the meds wear off she won't be so pleasant!! She is getting by with people coming by and helping out with meals and such. My uncle who I just found out is getting a divorce is supposed to move in and he will be able to take care of her and get her to appointments.

It really kills me that I can't be there to take care of her. Be the savior that she was while I was growing up. Just be able to show up and tell her not to worry, I'm here to save the day and I'll take care of everything. It sucks being so far away from her. I'm constantly wondering who is going to make sure she eats....who's going to take her to the doctor...who's going to help her get dressed. Ever since Micheal died earlier this year I just worry about her so much. She doesn't have anyone to take care of her. For the first time in her life she's alone...


and there's nothing I can do about it.