MeMe broke her leg last Saturday. She had been living independently, and fell in her home, fracturing her femur. They couldn't operate immediately, but she did well during the surgery. My MIL (it was her mom) mentioned to me that if she needed rehab, they wanted her to come to where I work. That was my preference, because I could keep an eye on her, and also because our facility is simply one of the best SNF/rehab facilities in our state. MeMe balked at coming to where I worked. "I don't like to mix business with family" was what she said.
And my little feelings were hurt. Oh, I wanted to let my MIL have it. And JM was so calming, so assured. He was definitely on my side, but helped me to see that if I said something to my MIL it would not make things any better at all. And that it was probably best for her to be somewhere else, because if anything bad happened, some of the family (if not all) would blame it on me.
She went to rehab on Friday, then went back to the hospital yesterday with a bowel obstruction. She could not survive the surgery and ended up coding in the ER and unable to be resuscitated.
I'm so glad I didn't say something bitchy to my MIL. She is heartbroken. And because my smart, kind husband helped me to keep my fat mouth shut, I am able to comfort her. I truly wish I had been able to care for MeMe during her final days, but she left on her own terms. Directed everything to the last minute.
And then some. She left detailed written instructions as to how her funeral should go. I'll be singing the songs that she, um, requested. (Demanded )
Don't want to get this pulled from OT, and so I will just close with this: I'm so grateful and glad that our path has led us to where we are now. I'm so glad that JM was willing to listen, and work, and learn how to be a true man and leader of our home. He is a wonderful example to our boys.
Think of the haters in your life as sandpaper; they’ll scratch you up time and time again but in the end you’re polished, smooth, and spotless..while they end up useless
We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.
[This message edited by SI Staff at 9:39 PM, August 13th (Tuesday)]
My tolerance for stupid shit is getting less and less.
Hugs, K
MeMe sounds like she was a force to be reckoned with.
Oh, she was. The last thing she said to my SIL (on Sunday) was, "R, this conversation is NOT interesting."
And, I love feisty seniors .
"Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you." -Walt Whitman
