Saturday, April 18, 2009 at 12:16pm
Something big is happening. It's hard, and scary, but I think we're doing ok. Through it all, we are very loving and gentle. George was the best support (as always). He always finds the right words of encouragement. He told me the story of how my mother came to be called "La Suprema". Apparently he and my mom were eating out, they were having Mexican food. And this one particular place has a hot sauce that my mom LOVES. They serve it up in little plastic cups that look a lot like shot glasses. Usually a person might get one or two...but my mom will get one extra, just to drink. -But George couldn't eat it; it was too hot for him. He had to get up and get something to wash it down because it was so hot it was painful. And when he came back to the table, my mom gave him this little squint of dissidence, and then grabbed his cup of hot sauce, and just downed it like a shot. After that, George called her La Suprema. It's a term of endearment, that we still call her by. My mom's tough. George knows it. I know it. I hope her doctors know it too. We are not ready to resign hope. Palliative care. -I love the compassionate and loving aspect of this...but we are not ready to embrace the giving-up-of-hope part of it. -Ever.
I had lunch with my mom yesterday. I bought us both ice cream bars. Because one should always have Häagen-Dazs on hand for things such as: emergency situations, The Spanish Inquisition, or just when you feel like *kicking it* with someone you love.
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