Lance Foster (hengruh) wrote,
Lance Foster


My mom died in May 2011. She came home to die, and all my brothers and sisters stayed with her those final weeks.

The thing I did that seemed to give her the most comfort, when she was already past talking, but we talked through our eyes, was reading her Dr. Seuss’ “Oh the Places You’ll Go…” She used to read Dr. Seuss to me as a little kid. I bought her a hardback collection of Dr. Seuss to read to her grandkids. I don’t know if she ever did, and I hadn’t ever read “Oh the Places You’ll Go” until that moment by her bedside. That story helped her on her journey, she smiled and I read it to her again:

Fast forward to this year, about July 7. I was very sick, in pain, couldn’t keep anything down, in and out of the bathtub/shower. I began to smell a funny smell in the bathroom. Hospital-smell. No reason for it. About 2 days of this smell and getting no better. I am utterly broke and have no health insurance. That smell. I realized it was Mom telling me to go to the hospital instead of my usually stubborn self-care. So I went. Luckily the ER has to admit even us “losers.” They did an MRI. Both kidneys were obstructed with big kidney stones, and I was getting initial kidney damage. I was treated in emergency care that day. I know it was Mom watching out for me.
Tags: death, family

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