Whitney (a.k.a. Kitter's Mama, Grown Up Baby Child)
Cliff and I were on our way to Mississippi for a wedding. The girls were staying with mama and daddy. Mama phoned to let me know that Whitney was starting to get sick. She needed her breathing machine and it was locked up in my house. AND, she had no key. Well, bless daddy and my sister, Carla's heart. They broke into my house to get the machine for Whitney. Mama promised me that she would get up around the clock to give her a breathing treatment. But, Lord, I felt so guilty and I wanted to be home in the worst kind of way. I couldn't just turn around and drive 36 hours back home. Whatever was going to happen, would have happened by then. BUT, if I had had a million dollars....I would have given every dime of it for someone to fly me home. Long story short, mama was diligent with Whitney's treatments and she was okay.
Now, nearly 20 years later and 1488 miles away.....if I had a million dollars I would have given every dime of it for someone to fly me to Colorado.
BUT, it wouldn't have done any good.
I only found out one hour before she was to go into surgery that my grownup baby child had to have her appendix removed. Thank God for Jason. He took very good care of her and was updating us constantly. It seems her appendectomy was textbook. She came home from the hospital yesterday. She is sore for sure. She sent me a text this morning saying, "I need one of those handles that are attached to the ceiling to peel myself out of this tempurpedic mattress topper."
She's on the mend. Whitney will be out of work a couple of days, but the biggest inconvenience to her is that she will not be able to exercise for 4 to 5 weeks.
Get well soon Whitney!
Mama (a.k.a. Ma, LaLa, Laurie or the parental unit)