June 28, 2004

Update: Momma Cheetah

Mom (aka Momma Cheetah) is ensconced away in the halls of Pittsburgh's UPMC Montefiore Hospital. I hate the number on her door; I want to rip it off.

She has lived through the local hospital, but now we have to drive to Pittsburgh to see her. Not that I don't like to take a small roadtrip.

I miss her around the house. Her room is still clean. Odd.

The doctors still don't know exactly what is wrong. She goes in for two zillion more tests this morning.

She is awake and talkative, but very sore. In the past weeks she has fainted twice, injuring her chin and shoulder. I couldn't help thinking that she should visit The Blackburn Center, her bruises turning a pretty shades of green and yellow.

I just feel like I can't say the right thing to anyone when I answer the phone.

Me: Hello.
Family Friend or Relative: How's your mom?
Me: I don't really know. I have been working all weekend, and I have been told that they still don't know what is wrong.
FF or R: Did they say anything?
Me: I don't know.
FF or R: Oh, can I talk to your sister?

Yep, that's right. Amanda is the failure of a daughter, the reclusive writer that should just move away and get the big job that she wants and let the family business to the family.

Insecurities? Hell yeah.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at June 28, 2004 1:29 PM

I love you Amanda....i hope your mom is ok, i hope they figure out whats wrong..im here...

Posted by: Lori at June 28, 2004 1:36 PM

Thanks Lori.

My mom is out of the hospital now. She came home today.

So happy. I think I wrote this in one of my many funks, but nevertheless, it is very true.

Posted by: Amanda at June 29, 2004 6:52 PM

Sending much love your way. I wish you, your mom, and your family the best. Stay strong!

Posted by: Lindsay at June 29, 2004 11:37 PM

Much love to Momma Cheetah. And don't you be insecure about yourself--we're going to go off and BOTH get the big jobs we dream about even if our parents shudder in fear.

Posted by: Karissa at June 30, 2004 11:40 AM
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