Hello everyone.
I just bought a restored Threshold 400a, a large purchase for a man with humble means. Should arrive Thursday, and it'll be my end of the road. To say I'm excited is serious understating it.
Called the 72 year old Mom (widowed) on Monday, hadn't heard from her since Thursday of last week, and had received several very garbled texts. After 7 minutes on the phone with her, I knew something wasn't right. She tried and tried, but could not form a sentence.
I said, "Mom, put sis on the phone". Sis is my damaged-goods sibling, and that's perhaps all I should say about that.
I tell her, "Get Mom to the hospital. She's had a stroke."
Turns out she had been acting very erratic since FRIDAY. So I'm going on 4 hours of sleep, Mom is stable, MRI has yet to be read by the doc. Now it wasn't a major stroke, in fact there is no physical manifestations, just an inability to construct sentences sometimes, but even that fog seems to be lifting.
I should know more tomorrow, but at the least, I'm looking at 2-3 weeks of rehab for her, and then afterwards?? Who knows. She has been driving the Amish to hold on to the family farm, and I'm looking at the real possibility of uprooting my life (maybe the wife as well, who knows if she'll follow me out there) and the entire arc of my late 40's has changed.
Such is life. Not looking for pity, everyone has their cross to bear. I am no different. But if some of you could be so kind to keep my sweet old Mom in your thoughts (and prayers, if that is your thing) I would be most grateful. She's a sweet woman with more guts than any 2 men I know, but diabetes, severe apnea, a horrific car wreck in '88, and to top it off, a quintuple bypass, well, it's adding up.
Then there is the legal battle of getting power of attorney with Sis in the way (I'm eldest, and pretty sure Mom leaves me in charge, should anything happen, having changed the will last year). Not a greedy man, but to be honest, the sister would piss the family farm away (64 acres and 3400 sq foot home, plus Granpa's 75 prime farm acreage). I'd just see it stay in the family.
Guess I just needed to spill. Thanks for reading this.
I just bought a restored Threshold 400a, a large purchase for a man with humble means. Should arrive Thursday, and it'll be my end of the road. To say I'm excited is serious understating it.
Called the 72 year old Mom (widowed) on Monday, hadn't heard from her since Thursday of last week, and had received several very garbled texts. After 7 minutes on the phone with her, I knew something wasn't right. She tried and tried, but could not form a sentence.
I said, "Mom, put sis on the phone". Sis is my damaged-goods sibling, and that's perhaps all I should say about that.
I tell her, "Get Mom to the hospital. She's had a stroke."
Turns out she had been acting very erratic since FRIDAY. So I'm going on 4 hours of sleep, Mom is stable, MRI has yet to be read by the doc. Now it wasn't a major stroke, in fact there is no physical manifestations, just an inability to construct sentences sometimes, but even that fog seems to be lifting.
I should know more tomorrow, but at the least, I'm looking at 2-3 weeks of rehab for her, and then afterwards?? Who knows. She has been driving the Amish to hold on to the family farm, and I'm looking at the real possibility of uprooting my life (maybe the wife as well, who knows if she'll follow me out there) and the entire arc of my late 40's has changed.
Such is life. Not looking for pity, everyone has their cross to bear. I am no different. But if some of you could be so kind to keep my sweet old Mom in your thoughts (and prayers, if that is your thing) I would be most grateful. She's a sweet woman with more guts than any 2 men I know, but diabetes, severe apnea, a horrific car wreck in '88, and to top it off, a quintuple bypass, well, it's adding up.
Then there is the legal battle of getting power of attorney with Sis in the way (I'm eldest, and pretty sure Mom leaves me in charge, should anything happen, having changed the will last year). Not a greedy man, but to be honest, the sister would piss the family farm away (64 acres and 3400 sq foot home, plus Granpa's 75 prime farm acreage). I'd just see it stay in the family.
Guess I just needed to spill. Thanks for reading this.