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Dec 06, 2011

3 weeks (to the day) after my last blog post, my mother was found dead in her bed.

63 years old.  Died in her sleep.  Looking back, there were warning signs, but I was too stupid to connect the dots.  There was no autopsy but I gathered her medical records and read 'em -- I'm pretty sure it was a stroke.  She'd had 4 TIA's and her brain had way too much white matter disease for someone her age.

Nobody lives very long on that side of the family.  Mom took after her dad and his people.  My grandmother's people are indestructible - my grandmother, 92 at the time, was the one who found Mom dead that morning.  How any 92 year old can find their child dead in bed and not drop dead themselves is beyond me, but she's still with us and, frankly, doing better than I am, emotionally.  

Mom's dad (my grandaddy) died at 63.  Pulmonary embolism while he was hospitalized.  Hospitalized for what?  A stroke.

Grandaddy's mom died at 58 (stroke).

Grandaddy's dad somehow managed to make it to 67 (stroke), which is OLD for the men.  HIS father, however, only made it to 54.

Grandaddy's brother died at 61.  His daughter died at 63 (stroke). 

Grandaddy's other brother lived to 79, but that's because his wife never let him eat anything good.  My uncle is still around at 69 but has been in bad health for years.  I am terrified he will die before my grandmother.  Not that I want my Granny to go anytime soon but she shouldn't have to bury both of her kids.

So yeah.  I come from a long line of people who aren't put together very well.  And I am, by far, the biggest in the entire family. 

So Mom's death pretty much ruined 2011 and killed any plans I had for the year.  Surgery has been the last thing on my mind.  

It's gotta be done, though.  I may die in my 60s anyway like the rest of them but dammit I'm not spending the other half of my life fat. 





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