Have you ever waited for somebody or something to come that you just grow tired of waiting???
Last Friday, we’re supposed to start using the graft of Sharon to no avail. The last time I checked it, the thrill was palpable as my cellphone in my side pocket on a vibrate mode. The following Monday, the Surgeon ordered to have it used by Friday of said week. That was last Friday.
Jazz grabbed a stool and started working on it. To her dismay it just squirted a very dark blood like that of a squid…motionless. I rechecked it, even called Sentinel to double checked it—-nada!
It just gave up and died down. We had no choice but to still use her CVC.
We explained to Sharon the issue and instructed her to go see her Surgeon (after informing him of the situation). I jokingly told Sharon “your access waited in vain, it get tired from waiting that it started sulking”.
So, have you ever waited for somebody that you just got tired of it? My poor mother did. She waited in vain for me to come.
I still regret it.
G.
She was away too much
it was weird
to have her around.
And so it goes... 
The eyes of a mother
They are mirrors to the heart
They read you and me right from the start
Those eyes of my mother
The eyes of a mother
They can weep, they can wonder, or dance
You can read her feelings at a glance
The eyes of my motther
The eyes of a mother
They are so enhanced by love
With a sparkle put there from the One above
The eyes of my mother
The eyes of a mother
Those reassuring eyes we all really need
Those dear ones we always can read
The eyes of my mother
The eyes of a mother
Once gone they are missed
Memories of the ones I often kissed
The eyes of ,my mother
Pat Tonelli
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