Have you ever spent much time thinking about the life of a Mom? Well, I'm here to tell you that it is one hard job! Not only that, but it is usually a thankless job as well. It is the most heartbreaking and yet most rewarding job you could ever have, being a Mom - it's just not a piece of cake; it's not a walk in the park; it's not like riding a bicycle; it doesn't come with an instruction manual (except the Bible of course); it is a grueling task, yet we all do it and love every minute of it.
But what happens when our Moms begin to be like we remember our Grandmothers - sick, older, slower, tired, lonesome, isolated...when we begin to ask ourselves, when did she get like this, where have I been all this time that I didn't notice, is it too late to fix it for her?
Well, this past year my Mom has been telling me how badly she feels and how she cannot walk from one place to the other without getting tired, out of breath and just plain exhausted. So this week we go for an arteriogram and find that she has 2 blockages and a re-routed artery in her heart. To Centennial we go for what we think is bionic bypass surgery, minimally invasive surgical procedure, only to find out at 2 am it will be open heart surgery. After the surgery, the doctor informs us that not only did she have 2 arteries bypassed, she also had a left lung that had grown attached to her left breastbone following a car accident 9 years ago. The surgeon had to remove her lung from the breastbone and place it back where it goes and in wiring her ribcage back together, attempted to wire her breastbone where it had healed improperly all those years ago.
The bottom line is this, she had major things going on with her and it took an act of God and a very direct heart physician to get her to do the repair work needed. She did great and here it is 3 days before Christmas Eve and I am only wanting one thing for Christmas from Santa/God, her health restored to what it should be and let her enjoy her life from her on out.
You see, my Mom wiped my butt, fed me, loved me, sang to me, rocked me, washed me, taught me about God, sacrificed for me, did without for me, and never did she ever complain that she had to do all those things because of me. No matter how tired she was or how much I drove her nuts, she didn't complain it was because of me.
So this Christmas, I only want gifts for her: no pain, a quick recovery, a smile on her face where the wince is now, her scars to heal quickly, for her to walk and get back into shape this year and last but not least, that she remember Who gave her this gift of life when she was in such bad shape. God is looking for you Mom, let Him find you going out into the world giving Him the glory for your healing!!
You are loved beyond measure and I thank God that you are my Mom and he saved you from leaving this earth before I wanted you to go. Merry Christmas Mom and a Very Blessed New Year!
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