weekend at the hospital.

This weekend was rough. My mother was taken to the Emergency Room on Saturday morning, was given blood on Saturday night and had to have surgery on Sunday morning. Thankfully, everything is okay and she is recovering.

My mother is very afraid of doctors. I should say, she is afraid of hospitals in general. About 16 years ago, she had a minor operation that went wrong. While the doctor was intibating her, she woke up. The anasthesia wasn't taking affect and she couldn't move or speak to let them know that she was awake. The problem was, she couldn't breathe either, because they were putting the tube into her throat. She was able to bite down, so she did. This let the doctors know that she was awake. She heard the anasthesiologist assure the doctor that she would not remember any of what happened, when she woke up. But... she did, and that was the first thing she told the nurse when she came to.

But, this is just one of the many reasons my mother is afraid of hospitals. Heck, I'm afraid of hospitals! My family has a long history of cancer. My grandma died of cancer, as did her mother. Both of my grandpas died of cancer. My aunt had cancer, but she beat it. My brother had a cancerous tumor removed from his spine a few years ago, but luckily it hadn't spread. When I was suffering through those lung problems about two years ago, the doctor was afraid it might be cancerous. Luckily, it wasn't. So, going to the hospital is frightening. You never know what the doctor is going to tell you.

Thankfully, my mom is home now. She's resting and healing. Please send good thoughts her way.

When the doctors were giving her blood Saturday night, they told her it came from Pittsburgh. As soon as it started down the IV, she raised her arms and said:

"Go Steelers!"