I woke up on last Saturday morning to a totally unexpected news flash: my mom is mortal.
My dad had to take my mom to the hospital the night before for what turned out to be a pulmonary embolism (a blood clot in her lung).
How is this possible?
I grew up thinking my mother was a cross between Dirty Harry and Charles Bronson. I always figured that if someone was ever stupid enough to shoot her, she'd pick the bullet out with her bare fingers and it would end up on the mantle as a reminder to everyone not to fuck with her. She's not a violent person but she's got nerves of steel. This whole experience sure has shown me I'm not so lucky. My nerves are shot!