By the end of my mom's visit with us this last time around, we all could tell something was seriously wrong. I really thought she was having a major breakdown because of all the stuff going on with them.
She and my dad had been living apart for a really long time while Dad was out in Missouri and mom was in Alabama trying to sell the house, she was running herself like crazy all over the place to visit the grandkids, my Dad, and trying to stay on top of things while in a constant state of limbo.... she had the right be having a breakdown.
She felt absolutely horrible, and there was nothing we could do to make her more comfortable. She ended up going to the clinic down here to get her bug bite and reaction checked earlier in the week. I was praying so hard on our way into town and while we were there for the clinic visit alone. I just wanted it to go as smooth as possible and be the best possible clinic experience for my mom because I know how it can be sometimes and I just did not want her to have to go through that.
Thankfully, even though mom may not think of it as a highly successful clinic trip, it was pretty flawless. The nurse I prayed for was there, she didn't have to sit in a crowded room with lots of other folks, she was in and out rather quickly, and it just went well from the clinic side of things.
She woke me up around 4:30am the morning that she was scheduled to fly home and had been up all night long. She needed to get out of the house, so we went down for a stroll on the beach. It was a beautiful morning walk and was a great way to start the day, IF it had been under different circumstances.
{{These photos are some I got off the boy's camera around this time}}
As I recall, they gave her a shot to help get her reaction under control. It seemed to be helping a bit, but then after a day or two it seemed to have triggered something else in her body.
I knew she wasn't resting well at all, so I was still hopeful it was something way less serious than it turned out to be.
The night before she flew home, I don't think she slept at all. She woke me up around 4:30am and that's when I found out she hadn't been able to go to sleep all night.
It was hard for her to be inside because she was feeling very claustrophobic, so we headed down for an early morning stroll on the beach as the sun was coming up.
Under different circumstances, it would have been a very pleasant start to the day, but something wasn't quite right and we could feel it.
I will always carry guilt with me for putting her on a plane in the condition she was in, especially after finding out why, and knowing the agony she went through on her flight back home and then driving herself from Atlanta to Anniston and heading straight to the emergency room.
It couldn't be foreseen by any means, but I still hate very much that I wasn't with her on that trip back to help and offer support of some kind.
I came home immediately after dropping mom off at the airport and sent my dad and sister an email telling them I was really concerned about mom. My dad ended up heading out (driving from Missouri) to be with her before her plane even landed I believe, and Bev had booked a flight the next day to go spend some time with her. ALL of this before we ever even found out what was behind all this.
I was very thankful that God knew the timing of all this in advance to get them all together when CC got her news, and allowed us a visit before it all happened as well. It's hard to make sense of things like this, so I have to cling to my faith that:
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28
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