Archive | July, 2015

On the brink of my 55th

6 Jul

Tomorrow I will turn 55 years old. My body feels like 75 sometimes, and my mind feels like 35 most of the time. Young at heart, with an occasional “old lady” look of uncontrollable tufts of white hairs that I can’t seem to manage with my hair brush. This is how I look before morning coffee.

Grumpy Bird

In the last couple of months, I have not thought too much about how I feel (regarding the XLH). My broken foot is feeling much better, and I am taking a significant amount of time off from my job during the month of July, which gives my body time to rest from my physical job.

What I have felt in the last couple of months has not been about myself much at all. I’ve mostly been feeling bad for other people who have had some difficult times. Serious illness, death and unexpected major  surgeries have touched the lives of some of my friends and family members.  I’ve felt fortunate that compared to what others have suffered, I’ve been doing okay.

My mother has been an inspiration to me recently, too. About two months or so ago, she fell and her artificial hip popped out of joint. It took a doctor and three of her assistants to pop it back in when my mother showed up in the emergency room. (They had to sedate her first!) My mother told me later it was THE worst pain she had ever felt. She’s been recovering at home for several weeks now, with a lot of restrictions on her activity. I have spent some weekends with her and I have been amazed at how easy she has been to care for. She doesn’t complain or whine or gripe. We’ve had fun watching some TV, talking and singing duets while I played the ukulele. I just don’t know if I could be as good a patient as she has been if I were ever put to the test.

I have mentioned in previous blogs that there has been a question as to whether or not I inherited my XLH from her, since she has some of the symptoms of people with this disease/disorder. I just found out last week that some recent blood work she had indicates that she does NOT have XLH. That would make me a spontaneous case.

When my sister told me my mother’s blood test results over the phone last week, I said, “Wow. She doesn’t have XLH! I’m adopted.”

She laughed out loud and said, “You’re a fluke.” We used to ask our mother when we were children if we were adopted and made her show us our birth certificates. I don’t know why we were convinced we were adopted.

But now that I know I didn’t inherit a mutated X chromosome from her, I am worried! What if one day I’m temporarily disabled (like she is now) and I find out that I also did not inherit her sweet nature and pleasant personality? What if I also had a mutation on the attitude gene and become a total grouch and a whiner? I take 7 pills a day for my XLH but there’s no pill for grousing and whining. Seriously, though, I hope I can be like her. I’m sure I will be put to the test one day.

In the meantime, I try to daily count my blessings. I try to enjoy friends when I’m with them, enjoy my family when I see them, inhale the sweet gardenias that are blooming right now, look at the sky, the clouds, the stars, and take in all the beauty that I can.

I like to watch the hummingbirds feeding on my back deck and remind myself to savor the sweetness of life, whenever I can, wherever I can.

June Hummer

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