Many of you have asked where in the world I've been.

All I know is that after 7 plus years of blogging and a different lappy, which I don’t like, I seem to have lost my blogging fervor.

Someday, when you least expect it, I will post again.

For those of you still waiting I say thank you.

Meanwhile, I am rather prolific on twitter. Find me: @KeethaB
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Saturday, April 9, 2011

Sunday Reruns - More Spunk Than I've Got

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Tomorrow will be Sunday again, and you know what THAT means!?! It's time for Sunday Favorites!!!

Sunday Favorites are RERUNS, not current posts - - - if you want to participate, just repost something you previously posted "back in the day."

Thanks so much to Chari over at Happy to Design for hosting this meme, "Sunday Favorites." You may click on the link to find the rules and see more favorite posts. (Chari doesn't have Sunday Favorites up and running today, but since I've already made this post I'm going to let it run anyway.)



Spunky to the End
(First posted on August 5, 2008)


My mother, Beulah, has been known all her life for her sharp wit and spunkiness. These have both served her well since she has, for over fifty years now, also suffered with the painful, debilitating disease known as rheumatoid arthritis. Over all these years dad, has been at her side, her constant faithful caregiver and companion. (We all think of him as Saint John.)


Now mom is in her last days. She is at home and dad is still giving her amazing care. I had planned to save this post to do as a sort of tribute after she goes home to heaven, but due to the events of the past forty-eight hours, I want to post it now.

Sunday morning dad called and mom had not awakened. This is how we expect the end to come, so we thought we were at the beginning of the end. As I stood in the shower trying to decide how to reorder my day, the phone rang again and mom had awakened and was wanting to get up for breakfast.

I headed to church and my responsibilities there while hubby went to sit with my parents. At some point in the morning, having not heard from any of them, I phoned Greg and he told me that she was up and asking for a T-bone steak!!!!! Now, this is a woman who has dwindled down to less than 70 pounds and has only been taking tiny bites of food for weeks on end. She wanted a T-bone steak, so my brother-in-law ran out and got one and they prepared it for her. She mulled one bite of it around in her mouth.

When I arrived after church, she was sleeping a lot and unaware of most of what was going on around her, but she was obviously not headed to heaven that day.

Monday morning at 10:15 my phone rang again. This time dad said she was still in bed, hadn't had anything to drink nor had she been to the bathroom since 9 PM on Sunday. I got over to their house by 12:30 and my sister, who lives an hour away, arrived by about 3:30.

All day we waited with dad. We talked, made plans, and took turns checking on mom. Dad "turned the corner" in his mind and began putting away the cushions he has so faithfully used to keep her comfortable when she is up
. All day she lay, mostly unmoving, on her back, her paper-thin skin drawn over her skeleton, her breathing erratic: shallow fluttering breaths followed by a gasp followed by long moments of no breathing at all.

Her pastors came, prayed over her, blessed her, said good-bye.

My sister had planned to stay the night, so after 7 PM I headed home, fully expecting to hear this morning that the battle was over.

At 8:15 this morning I talked with my sister, Pam, on the phone. She said,

"You're not going to believe this."

Incredulous I said, "Mom didn't die."

She said, "Not only didn't she die, but listen to this, you aren't going to believe it. At some point in the night, between 1 and 2 AM she SAT UP and asked for a drink. (Mom and not been able to sit up on her own for more than 20 years.) Dad fixed her some orange juice. She drank it and revived enough to begin a conversation with him. I heard her laughing. At one point she looked over at me and said, 'I'm pretty alive for a dead woman, aren't I?'"

Later she pointed out to dad that he could get in trouble for pronouncing her dead without a doctor - - - so evidently she was much more aware yesterday than any of us knew.

This morning she got up, ate some breakfast, and at last word was back sitting in her recliner waiting for the hospice nurse to come.

Do not ask me HOW she has done this. I am beyond being able to explain the resilience of my mother. Like the title of this post, she is spunky to the end!!!


Current Addendum: Mom lived two weeks beyond the day that I made this post. She went to Heaven around 4 AM on August 22, 2008.

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5 comments:

lvroftiques said...

Well Keetha now I certainly understand where you get it from *winks* You mom was one spunky lady!....And so are you!

Hey I wanna see that "cave" of yours!...Not sure I believe you about the nekkid footballers!...Prove it!! LOL! And yep where the heck is Chari? I'm all raring to go. Vanna

Anna said...

Usually posts don't leave me wordless, this one did. I just really like this story. And I like that it's not over yet.

Ann in the UP said...

One night while I was working for the Hospice a gentleman who was not expected to live through the night sat up and adamantly requested a fresh peach. (The fact that it was November and the middle of the night were sorry excuses for peachlessness.) Funny how that works though.

Erin said...

I think I see just where your spunkiness comes from!

THIS IS ME....ONLINE said...

One more reminder that....God is in charge. Beautiful story and beautiful memories.