I love my Mom

I got off of work at the Fenix Underground, checked my phone for messages and saw that my mom had tried calling me 6 times. She left two voice mail messages telling me to call her when I got the message regardless of what time it was. I called her 12:30AM our time, 3:30AM her time (EST). She said her and my step dad were on their way from Cleveland to Pittsburgh. On thursday she was officially put on the heart transplant list. It was late Saturday night that she found out they had a heart for her. This, my friends, is as heavy as it gets. Holy Shit!



We've been talking about this day for months. Now that it's here, I don't know how to feel. Do I book the next flight out? Do I wait and see? The 4 hour operation will be over before I could even get there. She sounded good and said that she was calmer than she expected. She told me that she loved me very much and that I was very special to her. My heart sank and my eyes welled up with tears. My brother will be driving in from the east coast, and my sister will most likely be coming up from Cincinnati.

I guess life is all a crap shoot anyways, but gambling with cracking ribs and replacing a heart is serious business. I guess we'll have to wait and see. I love my mother very much and I've tried to be a good son, not always succeeding. I got the strange feeling like that might be the last time I ever talk to her. . . . I hope not.