Gracias to everyone for all the birthday wishes. It was a good one for sure! I am not a person who really enjoys being made the center of attention, I actually dread my birthdays just because of that but, at the end of the dreaded day I am always feeling so priviliged to count you all as friends and I want to thank you for giving me that feeling. The rest of this post is a tribute to my Mother.
A gazillion years ago today (69) my mother who was 21 yrs old and booked for a C-section birth on March 21st (because of her small foot size LOL) went into labour and had to be transported by dogsled by my grandfather in the dark of night in a snowstorm to the only hospital in a very small Northern Ontario town about 10 miles away (Hearst) I spent the next 2 mos. in the nursery there waiting to go home with my Mom, the nurses would joke that they were going to be buying me my school books soon as I was the biggest baby there as my Mom developed a severe infection and Penicillin was in the very early stages of being accepted and not widely availabe. The Dr. who was tending my Mom and was also a good friend was treating her with Sulfa but she continued to run high fevers and was delirious. She required a hysterectomy and was seriously in danger of losing her life for many weeks. The Dr. sat by her bed day and night, he obtained some Penicillin from a colleague who got it to him from Toronto. He had never used it and was very fearful and uninformed about its use. He waited until he could no longer deny to himself that my Mom would die either way and finally gave it to her. She turned the corner and recovered. My father was a young airforce pilot and was declared missing in action on May 17th. that year (1943) It was the day we were discharged from hospital to the home and care of my maternal grandparents. Before she got the dreaded news about my father that day, she was having a nap on the couch and woke to the knock on the door about the news regarding my father to find that her wedding ring was missing from her finger. It was eventually found under the cushions of the couch as she had lost so much weight it had slipped off her finger while she slept. I do not know where my dear mother found the strength to go on and be the nurturing mother she always was. So on this day of my birth I raise my glass to her and share her story with all of you in tribute to her outer and inner beauty and strength. I will always miss her but especially on my birthday.
Good people sleep better than bad people, but bad people enjoy the waking hours much more.