It may be just another famous prescription name to you, but for her, her medicine is a lot like glue. It’s the only thing that keeps her together. She suffers day in and day out; I guess you could say she’s permanently under the weather.
She had been a waitress her whole life, and when she was my age, I’m sure she never imagined that due to a careless accident, her life would forever be changed. You see, what happened that day was in someone else’s hands, if they had listened to the request; her life and body wouldn’t have to go on in such distress.
They should have cleaned the water up, they should have been more cautious. Coming through the doors that night, her back smacked onto the ground; it was in that moment she knew something was terribly wrong, for her back made a disturbing sound. She got up and carried on. She figured she would wait to have it checked out; hoping by morning the pain would be gone. She worked through the agony, because no work meant no money.
Turned out the damage was worse than she thought, the bad news turned her stomach into knots. Doctor after doctor, they all wanted to operate, she didn’t want to, afraid of the end results, but several different doctors told her she really shouldn’t wait. They said it wouldn’t be easy but with steady hands, a new tailbone is what they could create. She should have never let them touch her.
Ten years and nine surgeries later, her life and family have been changed forever. Not to mention, her back looks like a zipper.
Something like this may not seem too serious, but try having your life slowly stripped away from you. Being limited to everything you’re allowed to do. You be told you can’t ever work and provide for your family again. You live most of your life having to lye in your bed. She can walk just fine, but every single step is a reminder of all the pain and suffering she can never leave behind. Each movement reminds her that even though she is able, on government documents she is not only 45 but also disabled.
This isn’t the kind of life anyone would imagine his or hers to be, but with her family and good company, she smiles through the day and reminds herself that everything will be okay. She must get by for her daughters; she tries so hard not to lot let the pain get in her way.
This woman is my mother. We may not always get along, but I will always love her like no other. She is so strong and brave; I pray everyday that God can make her pain go away. Praying isn’t ever enough. It’s not fair for someone so good to have a life this rough. I pray that she always continues to pull through, even when it seems impossible to do. Mom, I love you.
A.G.S
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