Sometime early in the morning on August 17th, 2017 my Mom suffered a severe right middle cerebral artery stroke, almost certainly thromboembolic from her atrial fibrillation. Never before have I felt so acutely that there are many different diverging realities set out before me. I don’t know if she will make a significant recovery and if she will still be the same person if she can’t drive, speak, or any of the other million things she did before her stroke.
I am very cognizant of the fact that my view of what my Mom is and what she may wish for herself are probably vastly different. I love my Mom but I take her for granted. It would be easy to say that I’m not going to do that anymore, but probably I will. I’m also acutely aware of human nature, perhaps now, more than ever.
I don’t know what will happen, but I want for her to be happy.