I’m not a religious man…never have been, and never will be. But I do believe there’s something out there. Monday night, that something spoke to me.
Without going into too many details, my mother was hospitalized on Friday and I’ve been here more than there for the duration. I’m writing this now, in fact, from one of the family waiting rooms.
Mom’s condition, prior to admittance, is bad. Alzheimer’s and a heart condition. She now had a bowel obstruction and pneumonia in both lungs, probably from food aspirations. Anyway, the doctor who saw her basically wanted us to let her go…to say goodbye..because he felt her confluence of frailties was too great to surpass. On Monday, he gave us bad and worse news for her prognosis…she needed a surgery that would likely kill her, or we could let her eat from a tube and leave the condition alone.
Though we hadn’t yet finalized our decision, we both wanted to give her a chance to live tube-free.
So as my sister and I left the hospital and were walking through the parking lot, I looked up and there was the most amazing rainbow I think I’ve ever seen. I stopped and pointed it out and began to trace it with a fingertip when I noticed a fainter, second rainbow. A double rainbow. Since it hadn’t rained, it seemed like a sign, so I was actually able to go home feeling better about the decision we were inexorably coasting towards…
Mom had the surgery yesterday evening…and though it was a worst-case scenario come true, the surgeon was able to remove enough of the bowel obstruction to create a workable path. Today, she is doing fantastic…her skin has that glow back and the natural beauty that she is is shining through the disease. She’s also much more alert than she’s been since she was admitted.
I’m still not a religious man, though you can be sure that the next time I see a rainbow, I’m gonna stop and take note.