Mom called me today, having just gotten out of the hospital. My first reaction to her voice was concern: she sounded . . . sad. Or emotional. Turned out she was, in fact, in “a lot of pain.” One of the first things she said was that the procedure “wasn’t minimally invasive, I can tell you that.”
“I don’t know why I thought it was going to be a simpler procedure,” she said, in that slightly higher, sleepier tone. “But I guess I’m glad I didn’t know what it was going to be.”
“You probably would have just worried more, to no effect,” I agreed.
“I just wanted you to know I’m going to be out of commission for a while. Julie” – a close friend of Mom’s who is around my age – “is here and she’s helping me. I have to go now, though. I need to lie down and just rest. The pain is really terrible.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll talk to you later. I love you. And have someone read you my blog article!”
She said she would. And off she went, probably to sleep.