Sorry, Sorry, Sorry


Been away too long, I know, but as the saying goes, no news is good news.

Actually, that has been the case here lately and — touch wood — it’ll remain so.  Mom’s had a few less than sterling days, but seems to have leveled out recently in what (for lack of a better term) I can think of as a “good place.”

Her back and leg pain are being well-managed.  Her spirits appear up.  She is talkative with me and also with the staff and her fellow patients.  Little of what she says makes any sense, of course, but I’ve become pretty adept at meeting her where she is and having a great conversation.  We actually enjoy our visits.  She’s happy to see me when I arrive and does not become tearful when I leave.  She’s eating well, of late, which I put down to having her pain managed.

I am more grateful that I can express to the staff at Apple Rehab in Colchester, CT, for helping me make the best of this time.  I’m grateful that Mom is in a good place (physically and mentally) and – to some degree – able to find a little enjoyment in life.

As for what comes next — who knows?  I’m going not to think about “might be” or “what if,” I’m just going to enjoy “what is” as each day comes.

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By the way, I want to send each of you a belated “Thank you” for being part of this ride, for holding me up when I’ve stumbled, for being friends when I felt alone.  You are pearls beyond price.

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About Melissa Crandall

Longer ago than I care to admit--although I will--I cut my writing teeth on fanzines and media tie-in novels. Since then, I've moved on to narrative nonfiction, speculative fiction, and essays. I write to explore and understand the world around me, the things I see and experience nearby or from a distance. If I shake myself up, cool. If I shake you up, even better. Not gratuitously--what's the point in that?--but to set what I know, or think I know, on end and realize, "Well, doesn't it look different from this side!" My work is neither sexually explicit nor graphically violent. Let's face it - your imaginations will come up with things far worse than anything I could write, no matter how descriptive. Besides, it's just not my thing. I live in Connecticut with my supportive husband Ed, a cat named Ruby who might just think she's a dog, and an epileptic Australian shepherd named Holly who isn't quite certain anymore who she is, except she knows she loves her mommy.
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2 Responses to Sorry, Sorry, Sorry

  1. dementedgirl says:

    Glad 2015 seems to have gotten off to a positive start – long may it continue!

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