Going Home: An Update On My Mom

After consulting with her doctors and being told that they've done all they could do, my mother and my father have come to the mutual decision that it's time to go back home to Nevada. On their last visit, the doctors told my father that my mother had 1-2 months left to live, and my Mother wants that time to be in her own home, looking out at the snow-covered Virgin Mountains and nearby buttes.

I found out about all this when I called my Dad to ask if he'd been watching the news. Apparently, Las Vegas and the surrounding areas got smacked with a once-in-a-lifetime snowstorm.... a whopping 4" of snow. My parents and I both got a chuckle out of how much of a non-story story this was, with us having lived part of our lives in Western PA, where a 4" snowstorm would be no big deal at all. It probably wouldn't even have caused a school delay. You don't want to know how bad it had to get to get school cancelled where I grew up. It had to resemble one of the icy disaster scenes out of the movie, "The Day After Tomorrow" before the superintendant of the Ligonier Valley Schools would even consider picking up the phone and cancelling school.

My Dad calmly explained to me what the doctors had said, then followed up by saying that they wanted to go back home and spend that time with each other; that they'd gotten all their crying done the night before after they'd gotten the news, and now they had a plan to move forward.

I was glad to hear that they'd gotten all their crying done. I wish I could say the same, but I'd be lying. I guess, as I sit here and type, I can't help but think and feel angry and sad that God has really let us all down here, that he's really dropped the ball on this one. I'm angry and sad that my mom never really got to enjoy her retirement, as she worked right up until she got sick; that my Dad is about to lose the love of his life, his wife of over 40 years; that my sisters and I are all going to lose our mother; and that my nieces and nephews are going to lose out on knowing their grandmother as they grow up.

I'm so sad and angry and let down right now that I am almost at a complete loss for words. I am glad, at times like these, that there are people smarter than me who have already written words (in Latin, no less) that so perfectly suit the way I feel at this moment, that all I need do is "copy and paste" them here:

(sarcastically) gratias tibi ago, domine.

haec credam a deo pio, a deo justo, a deo scito?

cruciatus in crucem!

cruciatus in crucem!

(dismissive hand gesture) eas in crucem!


For the sake of my Dad's sanity, I'll not bother to translate that text to English. I'm pretty sure his head would just explode if he read this in English.

So... 1-2 months they say. Well, who knows. There's a great line from the movie, "The Godfather, Part II", delivered by Michael Corleone (Al Pacino). While sitting and having a "business meeting" in his house in Reno, Michael's brother Tommy, the family consigliere, brings up that Michael's enemy, Hyman Roth is returning to the country after being denied access "to live out the twilight of his life" in his native land (Israel). Michael slyly quips, "Hyman Roth's been dying of the same heart attack for the past 20 years." Maybe 1-2 months for my mom might be longer than they think. Doctors have been known to be wrong before, and my mother enjoys nothing more than confounding doctors and proving them wrong.

With flying back to Nevada is out of the question (altitude changes causing pressure on the brain would be BAD), my sister has been attempting the colossal undertaking of putting together an Alexandria, VA to NV Amtrack train trip for my parents and for her and her husband. Since Amtrack doesn't stop in Las Vegas, the closest she can get is somewhere in Arizona, and then they'll have to take a bus to the Las Vegas airport and rent a car to get back home. While this is all happening, my parent's car will be transported from Alexandria to NV by a coast-to-coast car transport company, that is, if my sister can find one that's going that way during the holidays.

After hearing her recount her adventure in travel agent-hell, I can now understand why the nation's Governors want the Obama administration to invest some of the bailout money he'll be chucking around into fixing the infrastructure of the US. I am a huge proponent of mag-lev and other types of high-speed rail, and believe that our country would be far more efficient today if we had been keeping pace with other foreign countries and upgrading our rail system as they have been. I believe if we could easily link state-to-state, intra-state and city rail/metro systems together so that they are easy-to-use, efficient,and relatively inexpensive, a lot of our traffic and car congestion issues could be resolved. Imagine being able to go from Asheville, NC to the NC shore in a few hours by hi-speed rail. Or having a 40 minute commute from Charlotte to Chapel Hill or Durham via high-speed rail and then being able to take a metro-like rail system to get around the RDU area. That would be the shit! And imagine all the jobs that would attract!

But I digress. With all of that planning being set into motion, my sister told me that the earliest they could do this would be just after Christmas, on the 30th of December. So I am going to try to make it up to visit my Mom and Dad around Christmas before they head back out West. I will, of course, be ready to go out to Nevada at the drop of a hat if her condition takes a turn for the worse, but I do hope that my Mom disproves her doctor's predictions and that the hat doesn't drop for some time to come.