Forget about that stupid Mayan calendar end of the world nonsense. The year 2012 will go down in my family history as the one where we all took turns having surgery. This time it is Mom who has to go under the knife.
At our annual Labor Day gathering this year we asked Mom how she would like to celebrate her upcoming 80th birthday. In typical Mom fashion she wanted no fuss, nothing special. Looks like she will be spending it at home recovering from heart surgery.
I’m packing for the red eye that will take me to the East Coast tonight, happy that I can spend a few days with her, sad that she has to have doctors muck around with her ticker. Mom is one tough cookie and I am certain she will come through this with flying colors.