Many of you have asked how my mother is fairing? Let me tell you a story…
Years ago when I had cancer I took my chemotherapy treatments on the weekends. After the treatment we would go back to our apartment. I would go to bed while French Husband bundled up our children taking them to the park to play.
French Husband made sure I had everything I needed before he left. I looked forward to resting in quiet. Though one day soon after he left I started to feel terribly sick. Dog sick. I thought I would die! I couldn’t even make it to the bathroom and was vomiting off the side of my bed. I didn’t know what to do- except to pick up the phone on my bed and call my mother in California.
When my mother answered I could barely talk, I told her I needed help, that I was alone, that I was scared. In her quick-thinking-focused-get-the-job-done-self, she knew that telling me to dial 18 (the French 911) wasn’t what I needed considering I could barely talk English at that moment let alone French.
She said without blabbering emotion, "Corey roll out of bed…okay are you there? Okay crawl, come on you can do it, crawl to the front door, throw the phone ahead of you…. Hello? Corey are you there? Okay do it again crawl, throw the phone ahead of you…. Okay, open the front door…come on you can do it…good, good, now crawl to your neighbor’s door, and when they answer pass them the phone."
My mother is the rock rose in the family.
You see my mother knows how to cope under pressure, she knows how to get the job done, she has what it takes to do what one has to do… and does it. My mother has been by my father’s side everyday for the last two months…and if I didn’t stay here in the evenings, she would literally camp alongside of his bed too.
My mother’s first name is Tough. Her middle name is Firecracker. Her last name is Faithful.
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