Come and Sit with Me

A week or so before my Mother passed her team of doctors gave us bad news. They couldn’t determine if her cancer had spread to her lungs or if she had pneumonia. We later discovered she had a combination of both.

As one doctor, in particular, spoke about her condition, I lost it. He was rude, matter of fact and didn’t seem to realize he was talking about my Mother (not just another patient).

She was my everything and essentially he was telling the both of us that she was unlikely to make it through this.

I yelled at the doctor, while my Mother tried not to cry but tried to help me understand. My emotions were maxed out and I was scared.

After the team of doctors left, I walked out of my Mother’s hospital room to make phone calls. I had to keep my family updated and I called a few of my Mother’s friends. The amount of time, I was gone was enough for her to get concerned. She texted me from her hospital room and then she sent her Nurse to come and look for me. When the nurse found me, I cried in her arms. I wasn’t ready to lose my Mother and the Nurse wasn’t ready to lose her either.

After a few tears, I gathered myself to go back into my Mother’s hospital room. When I entered I could tell she was glad to see me but I couldn’t face her.

I was scared and she knew it. She made me come sit on the hospital bed with her and she told me “We don’t know what’s going to happen, but whatever it is, it’ll be ok”. She told me we would pray and watch what God does. I said ‘Ok’ and she asked me to give her a kiss and then I left her side.

When I walked out of the hospital room, I was destroyed. My Mother was preparing to leave me and I wasn’t ready.