This post is only about running in the sense that I am a runner who spent the better part of a week not running a single step, even though I wanted to.
After we wrapped up Commencement at the college where I work, I flew down to Jacksonville, Fla., and then drove 90 minutes to her house out near Madison. Yes, I know Tallahassee is closer. It’s a long story — and one that involves how airlines plan their routes in a way that doesn’t concern itself with my needs, which is always a scintillating topic of conversation.
The next morning, mom and I woke up even before dawn’s crack to get her to nearby Valdosta, Ga., for a heart catheterization, the procedure where they get a look at your ticker via a vein in your leg. At most, we thought, she’d need a stent or two. She really didn’t feel all that unwell, just super tired and had had a funky blip on a stress test, which can happen when you’re in your 70s. Still, it was best to get it checked out.
About an hour after the procedure started, we were all in a recovery room, where a very kind PA explained that Mom needed to have a triple bypass sooner than soon. Which was, at best, a surprise.
Heart disease in women can be a sneaky bastard. Frequently, as one of the nurses explained to me, women tend to feel more or less fine until they drop dead. My mom’s blockages had been caught before too much damage was done to the surrounding heart tissue. Had she waited too much longer, she likely would have had a heart attack in her backyard, which is a good 45 minutes from a decent cardiac care center.
The upside is that that didn’t happen. The downside was pretty much everything else.
All of a sudden, my time in Florida no longer had an end date. While “when I get to go home” was near the bottom of my list of concerns, the fact remained that I’d packed and planned for 48 hours away from home. I hadn’t brought any running gear. Or knitting. Or near enough summer clothes. Or sufficient clean underpants.
These complains about stuff tell you nothing about how it feels to have a loved one going in for unscheduled open heart surgery, especially when you haven’t had anything resembling a decent night’s sleep for a few days in a row. Decisions become about a thousand times more difficult, as does talking in complete sentences and eating. To say nothing about the crying.
My mom went in for surgery the next day. The biggest surprise was that she wound up with five bypasses (I didn’t even know that was a thing you could do, either) rather than three. Not that those extra two bypasses make much of a difference once your chest has already been cracked open. I mention it simply to remake the point that we do nothing halfway in my family.
The surgery itself, however, is not the hardest part, mostly because there’s not much anyone who isn’t on the surgical team can do. The hardest part comes after, when the healing has to begin.
For the first few days after, I would drive 3.2 miles from a nearby Holiday Inn Express every morning to the hospital. I could have run it, frankly, and called it a 5K. I passed dozens of women who were squeezing in runs before the day got too warm. I had zero desire to join them — and not just because I had zero clothes in which to do it. It just seemed like it would take too much additional thinking. Besides, even at 9 a.m., the outside already felt like a giant’s sweaty armpit.
Once I got to the hospital, I’d sit in Mom’s room and do what I could to lessen her suffering. Which wasn’t much, frankly, because the only thing that can truly do the trick is time, although a well-stocked pharmacy helps.
Then I had to come home, both much sooner and much later than I would have liked. Someday, I learn how to be in two places simultaneously. Today is not that day. Tomorrow is not looking good, either.
Mom has a long way to go until she’s back on her feet. She’s currently in a rehab center, which seems to be where she should be right now. We’ll see what the next week brings.
I ran an easy five miles the day after I got home and took delight in being able to do so, not just because I had my favorite shoes and sports bra but because my body would let me. If nothing else, my Mom’s crisis has given me a whole new appreciation for taking good care of your heart .. and lungs and legs and spleen and all of the other stuff that makes a body work. It’s not about the races, even though they can be fun, it is about one foot in front of the other for as long as you are able.
Yes, exactly this. We have had some unfortunate reminders in our lives recently as well, which is why like so many of us I say I run because I CAN. And I try to remember to be thankful for them all, even the ugly ones. Thank you for sharing your perspective – I always enjoy your posts – and speedy recovery to your mom.
Well said – “One foot in front of the other for as long as you are able.” I hope your mom recovers quickly. We went through the same thing with my dad, and it was a long process, for everyone. Hugs to you and your family.
(((Hugs))) girl! I can imagine the emotional toll takes its toll on the body as well. Your mom is blessed that your time was flexible and that you could be there. Waiting is a difficult discipline whether in a hospital room or bedside.
Thank you for being real even when it’s painful, especially when it’s painful. To many more happier and pain free moments to share with your mother through and after her recovery!
I’m sorry you and your mom have to go through this. My mom went in to hospital after having stroke like symptoms. Ended up woth a pacemaker, two stents and 20 types of pills to take. Now she is constantly fighting back fluid build up which causes her to be out of breath, hallucinate and she is fighting kidneys that don’t work due to years of Tyoe 2 diabetes. This independent woman had been reduced to a sad, lonely, sick one. She is 85. She taught me the joy of life. Of sucking all the good from books and crevices of self doubt. And now I am trying to do the same for her. It’s so hard. It’s so sad. And living far away doesn’t help though it does allow me space to think and process and then when I visit again perhaps I am better prepared for what has changed and can give my mom the attention, leg massages, care and patience she needs. I miss my mom. Sorry you too are going through this.
Oh wow! I hope you mom is well on the road to recovery. A very similar thing happened last year with my father-in-law. He is doing wonderful now. But so scary! My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
I’m so sorry to hear about your mom, but so thankful she listened to her dr. and went in for the heart cath, even though she was feeling “mostly fine.” My Nana had to be forced into her heart dr. by my mom and aunt, and they found she needed a quintuple bypass. The recovery is hard, you’re right, but she pulled through and was with us for another 10 years. I’ll send good healing vibes your mother’s way, and strong thoughts for you, too!
So glad your mom is on the mend. It can be really scary to watch a loved one go through this. She’s lucky to have you! Prayers for you, your mom, and your family.
I never comment on posts but felt like I needed to this time. My dad had almost this exact same thing happen. Unexpectedly pulled off of a stress test for an emergency quadruple bypass. They said if he hadn’t have happened to have it checked that day he would’ve had a fatal heart attack in the next six weeks. ANYWAY…the recover was hard and scary…but in the years since that happened he is the healthiest I can remember. It was awful and scary and the only time I think I actually hyperventilated – but thank goodness it happened the way it did. It was truly a blessing. Thinking of you and the stress and fear you are feeling. Hang in there!
Sending you a warm bear hug, Adrienne! When life throws a MAJOR medical curveball, I know that we instinctively (BAMRs) lean on running to pound it out on the pavement. I am proud of you for getting out there to do that 5-miler. I vividly remember those unsettled feelings from my experiences caring for my Mom who quickly lost a battle to brain cancer. Life was nuts, stressful, emotionally-draining…you name it! However, somehow I channeled those feelings into any sliver of time that I was granted by the universe to lace up and run outside. We are all thinking of you and your Mom. Hang in there!
So happy to hear your mom is doing better and that you are home. And running. And appreciating being able to do so. We are the sandwich generation, caught between kids and aging parents. It’s hard when they live so far away. My mom is 88, active and in good health. She has decided to give up her condo and move into an independent living apartment that has options for assisted living/nursing home. But she is in FL and her children are split between MA and NY.
Thinking of your mother and sending strength. Beautiful writing, as always.
Peace to you and your mom.
Oh Adrienne! I am sending hugs your way and prayers for your mom. No one wants to be reminded of how fragile life is in a doctor visit. Your mother probably loved every moment you were there. I am praying for you too, to balance all of these big surprises.
Adrienne, I pray your mom’s recovery goes well. It must be hard to be such a distance away. I’m glad you have your running to clear your head, ease your heart, and whatever else happens on your runs!
How fortunate that you were able to be there for her. Prayers for your mom’s speedy recovery.
I am soo soo sorry, Ade…..sending many good jumbies your way with a speedy recovery for your mom. May your furry children provide you with some much needed comfort.
I so, so appreciate your posts. Sending good wishes to you and your Mom and the dog and the to-do list that is all messed up now and kind of matters and kind of doesn’t.
Thinking of you and your Mom, Adrienne.
So sorry to read this, Adrienne. You have had a rough spring. Sending your mom lots of warm, healing thoughts and sending you lots of strength! You are a tough mama – you can get through this. With love!
I didn’t comment on this when I first read it, as it was to close to my own experience with my mother, except it caused me to stop running for a few months. I’m impressed you kept moving forward, and appreciate your humor through it all. I hope it continues on a good path and you can keep running through it.
FWIW – the situation has only gotten more stressful, for a variety of reasons I don’t have the energy to explain yet. Still, running and a sense of humor has to help, right?