Two close calls last Friday have left us wondering how much longer she can keep up her balancing act.
"Did I have a heart attack?" she asked after awakening from her first episode.
"Not sure," Terry answered, "but you did leave us for awhile."
As she teetered on the high wire moments earlier, Terry and I held her hands for support.
"Let's say the Rosary," Terry suggested, her years of nursing experience calming me.
The ashen look on my mother's vacant face was unnerving.
After an anxious two minutes, Terry exclaimed, "She's breathing again. She's back."
My mother wasn't the only one whose breathing began to return to normal.
The second episode that afternoon was a similar aerial event. This time, my daughter Carolyn and her fiancee Chris were there to assist her on her perilous skywalk, again the refrain of the Hail Mary calling her back from the high wire.
A phone call to our local parish priest brought him by on Saturday morning to bless my mom before she makes any more sorties.
Watching Karl Wallenda walk a tight rope without a net is exciting stuff. Watching your mom do much the same thing...not so much.
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