|I Was a Witness.
||[May. 21st, 2006|11:45 pm]
My mother had successful surgery last Tuesday. Doctors found a cyst on one of her ovaries, and in addition to their removal, she had her bladder tightened. For the last handful of months, I've watched her get things in order, just in case, you know, like a will. I watched her grow concerned as the day grew closer. She never had to have surgery, and she was in the hospital before, but it was to have me. She's in her sixties now, but after surgery, they put her on the ladies floor, mixed among new mothers. The atmosphere up there must have helped. Her nurses were top notch, and the surgeons did fantastic work, too. I watched her through the bedridden stupor of morphine on that first day. To say that the experience in this last week and a half was not traumatic for me, well, it would be a lie.
She does better every day. The first couple days after she returned home this weekend became a touch difficult. She cannot lift anything over 5 pounds, per the doctors' orders. The stitches come out next week, but the total time to full recovery will be about a month and a half. Cooking for my mother, in addition to the upcoming extra loads of wash, plus every other little thing, like helping her in and out of the shower, well, I'm happy to help her on the inside, even if I don't always smile. The 16-18 hour days of care aren't a total impossibility, despite my own back troubles. After all, she could have had a stroke, or she could be in home hospice, comatose. She's my mom, and she wiped my asshole for many days as an infant. To have zero gratitude, well, if I said that, it would also be a lie.
My father had to take care of my grandmother for a handful of years. She had Alzheimer's, and by the last couple years, she became very disconnected. My aunt had to help my grandfather recover from a stint in the hospital a few months before this, and some of the duties she had to help him with . . . I pictured myself doing that for my mom, but I felt a giant terror inside of me. My grandfather's lucky in one sense, since he has three children. I'm the only one from my mother.
My usual focus on the NBA waned over these last 10 days, due to the circumstances. In this time, the Pistons lost their aura of invincibility. As it stands, there will be three series that go to the 7th game. Detroit won their 7th game, but I wasn't entirely sure of this outcome. The other two series finish Monday evening. San Antonio hosts Dallas, and the Suns host the Clippers. If the Spurs and Suns win, then it will be a repeat of the conference finals from last year. I am pretty comfortable with that scenario. For anyone who's following the NBA, three series to a 7th game is pure gravy at this stage. It would suggest that the Finals champion could be any one of the four. Of the six possible teams to win it, at this point, the advantage remains Detroit, San Antonio, and Dallas, in that order. However, the Heat, Suns, and Clippers aren't too far behind as everyone expected.
I remain a touch disappointed with the latest Detroit series. I'm happy for them, and I will enjoy the rest of their games this season, but I don't believe they are a strong lock to be the last team standing. Detroit, in reality, slipped to Cleveland's level. The starting five allowed injury, the pace of the Cavaliers, and their own post-season familiarity to lull their team into a dangerous slumber. Even in this last game, Detroit turned up their tempo in the first quarter, but that energy went on and off at times. For Detroit, however, and San Antonio, none of their starters forget that their success thrives from strong team defense.
Miami happened to use their internal frustration to fuel a fire hot enough to blow through the Nets. New Jersey wasn't as poor as the 4-1 series would suggest. The Heat, in this next series, should play a faster pace than the Cavaliers. Detroit clearly has a rough path. The Pistons can thank their efforts to gain home court advantage through the playoffs. Having this last game at home, plus hosting the Heat in the first two games of the next series, well, that is a large increase to their chance of resurgence.
Apparently, the Tigers are doing well. Somebody mentioned something about Barry Bonds. I don't know, since baseball still stinks. Ditto for hockey. It'll be a long summer for me, with regard to sports, but a vacation from that addiction won't be a bad thing. In addition, tomorrow is the finale for "24," and most of the other fall/winter shows also come to a close. Perhaps it's time to pick up that novel, or start that project for the garden.
I'm trying to get back into Sim City 4. Yesterday, one or more of the plugins I downloaded from Simtropolis caused my game to crash upon load of a city. Maybe I can use Norton GoBack to roll my system back to before this weekend, when the game still worked. Or, I can use this time to actually go through each plugin and test them, one by one. I downloaded about one gig of extras, so that's a lot of testing, if I choose that route.
If my life were a screenplay, then I believe the last 10 days may have been the beginning of a new act. I'm all for progress, but I'm not a fan of change. Since I've returned to Detroit, my life's been a lot of sideways movement and some downward slope. Life's showing me a number of cycles.