Flickr Friday: With each cough, my heart breaks just a little

This photo was taken at the same summer as this one, when my Parents and I went to Leslie Pitt to go cycling. I love these because its one of the many photos that reminds me of the great time that my parents and I had cycling around there. It also reminds me of a time when  my parents were less fragile1.

I got a dose of reality last year when both my parents went through surgery while I was living thousands of miles away. I was heartbroken but I couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted to rush home and be at each of my parents’ bedside for as long as they were in the hospital. But they wouldn’t even give me the number to the hospital because they didn’t want me to waste my money on phone bills.

Early last month my Mum caught a bug at school, she went home early and stayed home the following day; slept it off and naturally passed it on to my Dad. My Dad was already suffering from the allergies I was that caused him to cough quite a bit, and kept him up at night. My Mum healed within a day; my Dad on the other hand couldn’t sleep at all so he ended up getting so sick that he could barely move and had to stay home from work for two days.

Shortly afterwards he lost his voice. He is still without voice and coughing up lungs every other half hour. I got sick too, but I didn’t have to stay home from work a single day. Also, my cough is almost gone and its only been a week and a half.

My Dad has been to the doctor, who started him on antibiotics on Saturday but I haven’t noticed any improvement. He says he feels a little better, but I don’t feel like its good enough. Everytime I hear him coughing, I just want to rip my heart out so that it stops hurting. My Daddy is a strong, resilient man and he still goes to his garage to work on his friend/customer’s bike every day when we get home from work2. So he won’t complain that his life is hard or even feel sorry for himself… but I do.

I wish I could take it away and make him better with the snap of my finger… I know that it could be so much worse, but I guess I’m worried that if his cough doesn’t go away soon that it might get worse. And then what do I do?

*Sigh* I’m sorry for this whiny Flickr Friday, but I just really needed to get this off my chest. No question for you guys today, but feel free to share your stories that may3 relate.

  1. Oh, how I hate irony right now[]
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responses to “Flickr Friday: With each cough, my heart breaks just a little” 9

  1. You’re not whiny. You’re a good daughter.

    Parents can be frustrating in their desire to protect their kids. I was so mad years ago when my Mom had a heart attack, but neither she nor my Dad told anyone that she was in the hospital until a day later. They didn’t want us to worry.

    And about being away when something major is happening, I can totally relate. About a week after 9/11, when the planes were just getting back up in the air after being grounded, my Mom had to have heart surgery, but I was living in San Francisco and it was unrealistic to travel home to Chicago and see her. I’m not sure I could have forgiven myself for not being there if she hadn’t made it through surgery.

    But Mom is still around today, thank God. I’m happy to be able to worry about her.

    It’s difficult watching those who nursed us when we were little transition into needing to be nursed sometimes themselves.

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  2. Didn’t the MD prescribe anything to minimize the cough itself?

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  3. It’s always worrisome when our parents get sick. We’ve looked up to them for so long as the strong one; the ones who nurse US when we don’t feel well that it just doesn’t sit well when THEY’RE sick.

    I understand that from both points of view now that I am both a daughter and a mother.

    I worry about my mother a lot. She’s 86 and although in relative good health and of sound mind, she’s still fragile and lives several hundred miles away. We have no family in the town she lives in although there is a nephew who checks up on her frequently who lives in the next town over. It’s not the same as living next door though. But there’s no getting her to move either!

    We just take one day at a time and send prayers up for her safe keeping.


  4. When I was younger, my mother had a seizure. She went to the hospital only to have it marked as a mystery. She went back home, a few weeks later had another seizure. She went back, was put on temporary medicine and sent back home. After she got off the medicine, she had another. She has since been diagnosed with a type of epilepsy.

    My father had a really bad back problem and was diagnosed with some spinal disease. He could barely walk for about 6 months and went through therapy for quite some time. He then had to go to get some shots in his spinal cord to ease the pain. But, now he is doing a lot better and the pain went down after he found some exercises that work.

    Of course, with the economy sucking really bad where they live, my father lost his job about four months ago and my mother five months ago, so they are both without medical insurance. Now neither can afford medicine or go to the doctor. My father found another job as a construction worker, but he still doesn’t get medical insurance and of course with his back, he won’t be able to do it for much longer. He applied for another job, but it doesn’t look good…

  5. A very personal story well told. It was not ‘whiny’, it was interesting.

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