tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21266499.post7613283549032133906..comments2023-08-15T09:52:16.785-05:00Comments on RainesKitchen: you never completely knowRaineShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11797874960136225669noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21266499.post-71000628418638905692013-01-14T20:49:35.121-05:002013-01-14T20:49:35.121-05:00Just before my mother passed away, she called me t...Just before my mother passed away, she called me to tell me that she was sick. It just sounded like she had a bad cold. She had a habit of martyring herself to make me feel guilty, so I didn't take the 'cold' seriously. I told her that I would try to drive up to Baltimore to see her on the weekend. The next day, her friend called to tell me that Mom had been admitted to the hospital with pneumonia and that I need to get my a$$ up there. I felt a tiny bit bad, so I went thinking that I was going to be the dutiful daughter to my hospitalized mother and that I'd apologize for not taking her call more seriously. When I got there, her friend told me that my mother had lung cancer. She died three weeks later. The guilt fairy doesn't let me forget that.<br /><br />My sister-in-law's father fell last spring and hit his head. While in the hospital recuperating from his concussion, he developed pneumonia and died within two weeks of his accident.<br /><br />I'm not telling you this to freak you out, or to make you feel guilty about B. We just always assume that other people's illnesses are like ours and that they'll "rise above". <br /><br />These days, when older friends are ill, I take it VERY seriously and make sure to let them know that I am concerned. If nothing else, it makes them feel special that I care particularly when they sometimes feel like the world is passing them by even on ordinary days.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17388277524133163376noreply@blogger.com