While this is not brain injury specific, brain injury does play a role in this tale.
For a few months, I have been fighting myself (mentally) fighting the system, worrying for my mom and dad, and trying to live a life. For a month or 2, I have said to my friends "I dont think my mom has long for this world." On May 3 I grew a giant set of balls and drove home. My mom was back in the hospital. For most people this would be ok, for me it was EPIC. It was first time driving across the state since my Brain Injury 19 months ago. That was such a big deal for me. I have the self esteem and self confidence of a gnat about lots of things, and me getting across the state was so AMAZING!!!! Mom didnt know I was coming, and neither did dad. SNEAKY I was. Tuesday I got here, mom was able to understand that I was here. I joked with her a bit, I am glad she was able to understand I made it here. I needed to see her. Ironically I was saying to friends I needed to try to make it across the state so I can prove to myself that I can do it, just so that the first time I did it would not be for a funeral. So Tuesday I made it to Wilkes Barre, Friday Mom passed. So I guess the first time I made it across the state was for a funeral but at least I did it without knowing it would be for a funeral. Sad as it is, I do still applaud myself for making it. Something like that has built my confidence a bit.
I am glad mom got to hear that I had an interview at UPMC. I have heard from people that she was very happy for me and excited. That makes me happy that I finally started sharing some of my life with her before she passed. I kept a lot to myself because I did not want her to worry about me or give her false hope that I was rocking at life!! 2 hours after burying her, UPMC called me with the job offer!! I ran outside and screamed THANK YOU MOM to the sky! 2 hours in the ground and she was already busy trying to get my life in order. I can imagine wee lil mom being up there raising hell, trying to get me some help I need. <3 her for that!
Stress, sadness, emotions running amok and brain injury are not a good combination. But it is what it is. I was losing words more, using wrong words, totally not editing myself, being innapropriate (more so), and trolling for men at mom's viewing. (LOL, yeah I was) There was no filter on me whatsoever.
Mom's passing is just the icing on the cake of 19 months of hell for me....and now for my dad (more so) Brain injury, 4 brain surgeries, galbladder out, losing my job, me being a general hot mess, mom diagnosed with cancer, mom passing. Someday this shit has got to stop. Though if it keeps on going, I really will be the strongest woman ever, no doubt about it!
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