I know I've talked about change before, but I'm looking at it a little differently these days.
On June 16th, I received a call from my mom. She was crying, sounded scared and all she said was, "Will you come look at me?" I said yes, I'm coming, and I went. Calling my sister, praying the motorcycle cop didn't read my speed and praying for guidance, I got there as quickly as possible. She was pale, shaky, weak and not feeling good. So off to the heart hospital we went.
Within 24 hours, we knew she had 2 blockages in her left ventricle artery. Called the widowmaker, it's nasty juju. So her stay was extended and on June 20th, mom had double bypass surgery. In 1 1/2 hours, they took a vein from her leg and bypassed the bad places in her artery. Her heart is healthy, we are grateful.
But now comes the change. She can't lift, push, pull, extend or reach with her arms. Try it. She has to think about how to put her shirt on, shower, pull up her pants, etc... Change.
Mom has to change the way she eats, cooks, shops, etc... Change.
She can't mow, clean, drive, be independent, etc... Change.
She will feel better, live longer, be healthier, etc... Change.
So change isn't all bad, but it does take thought, effort and commitment. This particular change has created in me a sense of responsibility for my own health. Change is here for me, too.
And it will be good.