Sister is doing fine. She’s back home from the hospital and going in to work for a couple of hours. She was quite anemic and they gave her a transfusion while she was in the hospital, getting her blood type in the process.
She is O-negative, as am I. She came to the same delirious conclusion that I did when I was hospitalized and needed transfusion. How can to O-positive parents have an O-negative child. I went so far as to ask my mother if there was anything she wanted to tell me about my real father.
My sister’s hematologist explained it to her and I looked it up myself. Apparently it’s quite easy for O-negative children to come from O-positive parents. A simple explanation here.
It was more dramatic to think that our parents might not be our parents, but then I’ve never been a big fan of drama.
The thing about this years family vacation is that everywhere, every moment I look, I’m seeing my parent’s mortality. Both of them tired terribly on this trip. And my sister’s illness immediately after helped not at all.
They both seemed so tired when I saw them in my sister’s hospital room.
They’ve done so much for all of us. All three of us sisters have had our trials and they’ve always been there, each in their own way.
When I was sick, Mom came to the hospital every day. Every day. 40 days in a row. Doesn’t seem like much? Try it sometime.
After I got home, Dad stayed with me. He kept track of my medications, checking each one of, seven or eight of them, four times a day. On a spreadsheet. One that he made on graph paper by hand, without a computer.
They’ve done the same for all of us. Each as we’ve needed it, and, oh, we’ve needed it.
I don’t know how to go on without them. I certainly don’t want to go on without them, though I know I will. It will be difficult.
But not impossible. I’m lucky. I get to carry that seed of love and caring inside me. No matter what happens to me, now and ever, I’ve had my family.
Someone please knock me up the side of my head.
Why in heck have I not realized until recently that my Mom has planned family vacations so that we have a family? I guess I’ve kind of been thinking along these lines for years, but not in these terms.
Family has always been important to my Mom. She’s made that clear for as long as I can remember. Holidays, birthdays, vacations. All demonstrated that family was important. I’ve known it, subconsciously, always. Why the heck did it take me so long to know it out loud?
Spouses are great. A good one is the best. If you’ve had a bad one, you know that. But really, if you’re honest, you need more than just one other person to make a life. Moms, Dads, sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, and, of course, friends. A husband and wife make two pieces of a picture. But the picture isn’t complete without more than that.
I don’t really think that Mom was doing it consciously, she just wanted us to be together. A family. We had holiday dinner with my Dad’s family. There were car trips to MIchigan to spend time with my Mom’s family. Always family.
Someone, please, whack me up the side of my head. Why did I not appreciate this until now?
Sister’s angiogram came back clear. No major blockages; no imminent issues. A wake up call, but not a time bomb. People younger than me are not supposed to have heart attacks.
When we arrived these folks were flying a kite on the beach. Note to self, pack a kite.
The smaller one is Sam, one of the most articulate 3-year-olds I’ve ever heard. We met strolling down the beach. As his mother looked on he said hello, told me he’d been fishing, he’d caught six fish that day, that it was a pleasure to meet me and that he hoped to meet me again. I was mightily impressed with his social skills.
Seattle has a great skyline.
On our first morning at the beach house I got to see a first. My first bald eagle. Two actually. It caused quite a stir in the family when they first appeared. The people next door were quite blase about it.
They would come to the pier every morning and hunt fish, resting on the broken pilings to eat when they were successful.
There were quite a few bald eagles on the island. There was a nest on a telephone pole that had cell phone panels. And we saw them in several places.
It made me happy to see them. I still remember the DDT years, when there were very few raptors. At least we can do some things right when we try.