This is my mother. She left me when I was just 14 years old. I saw her a few times from teenage through the typical college years (although I didn’t have typical college years) and then she passed away before I married or had children. She was a wonderful woman that I know I would talk to her often if she were alive, but I really never got the chance.

The most current entries are things I would tell her and only her ... because they aren’t meant to be heard, just vented (if she were alive). The majority of this blog are letters she wrote to me (and a few to my sisters) during the years that we were apart.

Tuesday, November 12, 1985

November 12, 1985

Dear Betsy,
I am sorry I haven't written.  Bob is still in the hospital but should come home maybe tomorrow.  He has inflammation arteries and kidney damage.  He is going to have to be on large doses of cortisone.  His blood pressure medicine had to be increased.  They did a biopsy of the area on the temple of his face by his ear and we should have the results today.
I got up early today because  I had the Salvation Army come and get lots of things.  I then was tired of fell asleep from 11 am to 2:15 pm.  I went to the bank and now I am enjoying a cup of coffee at Dunkin Donuts.  I hope to see Bob tonight.  It is lonely for us both.  I think I will get some embroidery thread on the way home.  I have been knitting.  I made myself a blue hat and am working on a scarf to match.  It passes time.  I would love to make Bob a sweater.  It would be a hard job.  Grandma wants me to make her a vest and sweater.  I have the yarn.  I bought it years ago.
So how is your eye?  Is it any better?  I hope so.  Are you still on steroids?  I wrote Kirstie a letter.  She never writes me and I feel badly about it.
Grandpa took me to see Bob 2x.  I used handicapped services 2x and friends the rest of the time.
It has been raining and cold here for days.  I had to turn on the bedroom heat last night.  I stay up until 1 am  every night and watch TV.  I play my violin every day.
I missed yesterday.  Going to the hospital every day tires me out.  I smuggle Bob a beer.  He loves beer and misses it.
I get so itred of eating alone.  Bob is eating well at the hospital.  He is so tired and they don't let him rest.  I had to soak my feet in cold Betadine water last night.  I go to a doctor for my feet on the 21st and my own doctor in December.
The church is helping us with food and it helps.  Tomorrow is the day for the food truck.  I am eating more.  I lost 3 1/2# in a month.  My blood work was tested and my thyroid was high so I had to cut down a 1/2 grain like I was on for so long.  I am not as nervous.  I have to start taking Tagament because my supper doesn't agree with me.  I eat a lot.  I still love salads.
I hope you are doing okay.  I love to hear from you.  Are you coming for the holidays?  The airlines have reduced their fares.
Sandy probably has lots of snow.  She wrote me a week ago.  What do you want for Christmas?  I'd love to make you something but I haven't got much time before Christmas is here.
Well, I am out of news.  I will close.  Write or call me soon.  I love to hear from you.  Remember, I love you dearly and miss you so much.  It seems ages since I saw you.  Write or call when cheap time.  I love you.

All my love,
Mom

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