Maturity

Last week, my ninety-two-year-old mother had her first heart attack. Not content with that, she also presented with a respiratory ailment and another of her famous UTIs when we caved to her request and called an ambulance. She didn’t know where she was, when she was, or even who she was, much of the time. Hypoxia and a UTI can do that to you. When I arrived from my hometown, five hours away, she asked me what my title was–Nurse or Doctor? Later she called me "Pietje", probably because I resemble one of her sisters, who was actually quite a… Continue reading