Plans Change

‘Transition’ is the focus of my challenge this week. At the time of composing, I thought I would be reviewing last year’s lessons and gifts and preparing myself to greet the new. Life, of course, seldom fits into our neatly packaged plans.

As I write this, I’m sitting in a hotel room, with my alarm set for 4:20 a.m. I’ll be catching a flight early tomorrow, returning home, dealing with a different kind of transition.

Ric and I were out shopping when the text from our youngest son came in: Grandma’s going to the hospital.  She wanted me to let you know.

A few weeks ago, it was her kidneys – one has completely shut down and there is partial blockage in the other. Now it is her bowels.

“I’m scared,” she told me when I reached her by phone.

“I know Mom. I’m on my way.”

In one breath, she doesn’t want the fuss; in another, she tells me her heart has been acting up. She is days away from turning 92.

“At the very least, we’ll celebrate your birthday together,” I tell her.

She doesn’t argue.

Good thing the New Year kicks off without my input.

(Photo is one of Mom’s last outings. I am linking this up with my weekly challenge: transition.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

14 thoughts on “Plans Change

  1. As you demonstrate, we don’t ever know all of what’s coming. Transitions are continual, overlapping, and can really sweep our feet out from under us. Especially the ultimate transition of a loved one, a mother. Well stated. And a wonderful image – she looks very alive, engaged! Wishing you strength of all sorts.

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