the phone call you never expect to hear

so saturday i get a call from my brother. my mother was on her way to our lake house, driving my car to store it there while im in new york. she was going through a traffic light when somone decided to take a left turn right in front of her. she smashed into thier passenger door head on. she was lucky. two cars behind were an EMT and two nurses that just ended their shifts at the hospital nearby. she was aparently so scared. she couldnt breathe and was crying because she thought she was going to die. its so hard to hear things like that because i still think that my parents are so untouchable. like nothing bad can really happen to them. so at the hospital they saw that she had broken her ankle, shinbone and was bruised up beyond belief. her hands were swollen and bruised and her neck and ribs were really sore. a few hours later my father called. ive never heard him cry and just hearing his voice quiver was soooo hard for me to take. he said she was in teh MRI cat scan thinga nd they were checking out her neck. they feared broken bones.and with that news i had to go to sleep. trying to keep a clear head i tried to stay busy yesterday and just cruise they city…about 6 oclock i get a call from my dads cell. it was my mother. so good to hear her voice. she said shes gonna be OK but theres alot of work to be done. she has broken bones in her neck. shell have to wear a neck cast for up to 10 weeks…possibly a halo( a metal frame screwed into your head that rests on your neck so you cant turn your head) and she wont be able to walk for almost 10 weeks with her broken shin and ankle. this is so hard for me to even imagine. my parents werre on the verge of selling their house, and within the next 3 weeks they were supposed to retire and just live up at the lake house. now i have no idea whats supposed to happen. i cant believe there were arms length away form just sitting and relaxing for so long, with no work and no worries and now there is all this mess. i wish there was something i could do. my dad siad not to worry and that hes taking care of her and that when they bring her home theyll have a nurse there to watch over her. but its hard for me not to abandon everything here and just be with her…but he said its importatnt that i take care of the things ineed to do here( i leave for tour for 2 months starting tomorrow) and just stay in touch. so many thought running through my head……
i love you mom

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8 Responses to the phone call you never expect to hear

  1. tony says:

    this sucks. mary is tough, though.

    damnit, i hate feeling helpless.

  2. james says:

    yah… shitty phone call indeed… i know what thats like.
    i’m glad to hear that your mom’s doing ok… fuck man

  3. jill says:

    queen mary will survive. like tony said, she’s tough. sorry you have to deal with this. look on the bright side… things could have been worse. is she at gwinnett medical?

  4. mattsdad says:

    Matt & Kevin, your Mom is really special – I love her and I feel helpless also, even though I am next to her everyday at the hospital. When she hurts – I hurt. Keep her in your thoughts.
    Love you guys, remember there is nothing more precious than family. Dad

  5. Laura says:

    I’m so sorry Matt. I hope she has a quick recovery & everything goes back to normal & your parents are still able to kick back & relax after she’s all healed up.

  6. will says:

    matt,
    i know im in japan, but if theres anything i can do just holler.. ill be home in atlanta in december so …

    you know my moms been sick since i was 14 so i can understand a bit.. feel free to email me or whatever…

    will greene
    hugdfsh at yahoo dot com ..

  7. tony says:

    gary, jill and i are here to help. let us know if there is anything we can do to help out.

  8. lisa says:

    Patrick and I are also available to help…just let us know if you need anything, and know that we’re sending good thoughts the miller way.

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