Big day today. Mom is all 'roided up and off to the wilds of Wyoming. I know, it sounds like that should be an intro to some sort of joke, but no, it's the honest to goodness truth.
Mom went to see the pain doc on Tuesday. He suggested that in addition to changing her off the Morphine-based drugs, they start her on a round of Steroids. Just to see what happens.
I would kiss that man on the lips for what he's done for her. And I'm not just saying that because I haven't seen my husband in 2 months, either. Dirty minds, sheesh.
Never in my life have I seen my mom eat Ramen noodles. And not just eat, inhale. And bacon. And an entire Cantaloupe. All in one day. And never in my life did I imagine that seeing my mom eat an entire Cantaloupe could bring me such joy. Not even happiness, it's pure joy. Talk about priorities, huh?
With all the food being consumed, and the gymnastics Mom was doing down the hallway, Dad decided he better head North where the cool breeze blows. A melted bag of ice, a moment of silence for the struggling Tahoe transmission, and a sack full of meds, and off they went. With Meg in tow as a chaperon. Crazy elderlies, you never know what they'll do, what with the steroids and all. She needs to be there to keep the music down.
It was a bittersweet moment, seeing them pull out of the driveway. I know in my heart that Mom is happiest when she's in the Motorhome with dad, traveling wherever the wind takes them. But I also have that feeling, you know the one, where the truth lies beneath the surface, but you have to suppress it to keep the tears at bay. Yeah, that's the one. I know they'll have a great time. And if this it for them, it's perfect. We just thank our lucky stars for what we've been given. I guess all that waiting for a miracle has happened. Even if it was in a different way than we expected.
And seriously, doc, pucker up.