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Astrocloud · 03-24-2007, 12:12 AM

I'm not sure if this is amusing or not.

When I was fourteen, my mother went into the hospital for a weekend. It was for a test. You see she had cancer and it wasn't sure what was going on with her. At least that is how she explained it. My mother had been dieing for years and this was just more trauma for me

She met this nice couple at church that were going to put me and my sister up for the weekend. It was a really nice weekend. They had a dog and I always wanted a dog. I remember some of their friends from the church came over and we played croquet.

Sunday night was one of those weird nights where you don't sleep... The sheets were cold in the air conditioned room. The bed was stiff. It was late September and the Arizona summer was just coming to an end.

The next day the church guy drove me to school. They were out of the district and he had to get up earlier than normal. Homeroom was normal; uninteresting. My first class was history and I had a cool teacher. There was a girl in the class that I liked named Michelle. She seemed completely oblivious while we watched a filmstrip. (I don't know if they still have filmstrips, they seem so completely obsolete now).

We were halfway through the filmstrip when there was a knock on the door. Mr. Willis(? - I honestly don't remember his name) -answered the door. He stoped the filmstrip and turned on the light. The school counselor came into the door frame. She was a midgetlike with short blond hair and had huge glasses.

"Is Eric here?" She said.

"It's happening," I thought.

"Bring your things. We need to see you." She had a southern drawl. I didn't like the look in her eyes.

I knew what was going on. I wondered what the other kids in the class thought. I wondered what the teacher thought. I wondered what the pretty girl thought. I looked around. They were bored -uninterested. I quickly loaded my books into my backpack and went out the door.

Outside waiting was this extremely cheesy psychologist named Marc Rhode. I say this with objectivity -at the time he was there for me. Marc was overweight balding with brown hair. He had his arms open.

He spoke plainly. "Doctor's say your Mom is going to die. She isn't going to make it."

I gave the fat guy a hug. It's what kids in his program were trained to do. It was always weird for me but I did it anyway. I didn't want to make a stand so what choice did I have?

I got in his Porsche and we drove to the hospital. As we were driving past the school's green fields -a popular song went into my head. It was the Police's "King of Pain". The album just came out and that song stuck out. It was trivial but I thought that the song was inappropriate in my head. My mom was fuckin dying.

We drove past many saguaro cactus and the suburban houses. We went to a big square building where I had my appendix removed. When we got to the floor Marc stopped somewhere.

My older sister was there before I was. We were somewhere in the hallway in front of the swinging room door. I don't remember her exact words but she tried to stop me from going into mom's room. At 17, she still had auburn hair and freckles. But there was nothing that my older sister could say to stop me from seeing my mom.

I pushed through the swinging door. There were three nurses in the room. Mom was thrashing about on the hospital bed -in extreme pain. She was completely naked. She had a thin sheet that she was systematically clinging to and then throwing off. One of the nurses would pick up the sheet and put it back on her -as if to cover her nakedness. Mom would grab it again twist it, writhe in pain and cast it off. Her eyes were open and shut.

"Why is she doing that?"

I'm not sure who I asked or who answered me. The jist was that my mother was going through hot and cold flashes where she would feel extremely hot and extremely cold. No-one could do anything, especially me.

[b]"She is in pain... Why don't you give her more pain medicine?"

If they gave her anymore pain medicine -she would die of an overdose.

At some point out of helplessness, I grabbed mom's hand.

"Mom, where I am staying now, they have a dog and you know how I've always wanted a dog. I love you mom and you know that Me and Valerie will be fine."

She pulled away while thrashing.

"They have a big house and we played croquet and I think that everything is going to work out really good for Valerie and me. I would do anything for you to be better again. Mom I love you, just get better."

That was the last time I saw her. My mom died on September 21, 1984.
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03-24-2007, 12:12 AM	#13 (permalink)
Astrocloud Apocalypse Nerd	I'm not sure if this is amusing or not. When I was fourteen, my mother went into the hospital for a weekend. It was for a test. You see she had cancer and it wasn't sure what was going on with her. At least that is how she explained it. My mother had been dieing for years and this was just more trauma for me She met this nice couple at church that were going to put me and my sister up for the weekend. It was a really nice weekend. They had a dog and I always wanted a dog. I remember some of their friends from the church came over and we played croquet. Sunday night was one of those weird nights where you don't sleep... The sheets were cold in the air conditioned room. The bed was stiff. It was late September and the Arizona summer was just coming to an end. The next day the church guy drove me to school. They were out of the district and he had to get up earlier than normal. Homeroom was normal; uninteresting. My first class was history and I had a cool teacher. There was a girl in the class that I liked named Michelle. She seemed completely oblivious while we watched a filmstrip. (I don't know if they still have filmstrips, they seem so completely obsolete now). We were halfway through the filmstrip when there was a knock on the door. Mr. Willis(? - I honestly don't remember his name) -answered the door. He stoped the filmstrip and turned on the light. The school counselor came into the door frame. She was a midgetlike with short blond hair and had huge glasses. "Is Eric here?" She said. "It's happening," I thought. "Bring your things. We need to see you." She had a southern drawl. I didn't like the look in her eyes. I knew what was going on. I wondered what the other kids in the class thought. I wondered what the teacher thought. I wondered what the pretty girl thought. I looked around. They were bored -uninterested. I quickly loaded my books into my backpack and went out the door. Outside waiting was this extremely cheesy psychologist named Marc Rhode. I say this with objectivity -at the time he was there for me. Marc was overweight balding with brown hair. He had his arms open. He spoke plainly. "Doctor's say your Mom is going to die. She isn't going to make it." I gave the fat guy a hug. It's what kids in his program were trained to do. It was always weird for me but I did it anyway. I didn't want to make a stand so what choice did I have? I got in his Porsche and we drove to the hospital. As we were driving past the school's green fields -a popular song went into my head. It was the Police's "King of Pain". The album just came out and that song stuck out. It was trivial but I thought that the song was inappropriate in my head. My mom was fuckin dying. We drove past many saguaro cactus and the suburban houses. We went to a big square building where I had my appendix removed. When we got to the floor Marc stopped somewhere. My older sister was there before I was. We were somewhere in the hallway in front of the swinging room door. I don't remember her exact words but she tried to stop me from going into mom's room. At 17, she still had auburn hair and freckles. But there was nothing that my older sister could say to stop me from seeing my mom. I pushed through the swinging door. There were three nurses in the room. Mom was thrashing about on the hospital bed -in extreme pain. She was completely naked. She had a thin sheet that she was systematically clinging to and then throwing off. One of the nurses would pick up the sheet and put it back on her -as if to cover her nakedness. Mom would grab it again twist it, writhe in pain and cast it off. Her eyes were open and shut. "Why is she doing that?" I'm not sure who I asked or who answered me. The jist was that my mother was going through hot and cold flashes where she would feel extremely hot and extremely cold. No-one could do anything, especially me. [b]"She is in pain... Why don't you give her more pain medicine?" If they gave her anymore pain medicine -she would die of an overdose. At some point out of helplessness, I grabbed mom's hand. "Mom, where I am staying now, they have a dog and you know how I've always wanted a dog. I love you mom and you know that Me and Valerie will be fine." She pulled away while thrashing. "They have a big house and we played croquet and I think that everything is going to work out really good for Valerie and me. I would do anything for you to be better again. Mom I love you, just get better." That was the last time I saw her. My mom died on September 21, 1984. "