Where are you Christmas?

Posted: December 22, 2011 in No Photography
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I remember as a child the wonder of Christmas. Ralph and I often discuss it when the holiday comes around. How it never really feels like Christmas…how it’s so commercial and gifts often take precedence over the true meaning and this year started out the very same way. Although, this year there was a Christmas miracle in my home. For those of you who know me… know that I was raised by my grandma, who I lost in 2003 to heart disease 😥 My mom Carmen was the independent woman working very hard in a factory to provide for her children and her mother. I have always felt unconditional love for my mother but my grandma had a special place in  my heart. Once she passed, my mother became the matriarch of the family and exhibited a strength that I wasn’t sure she had. Fast forward to present time…my mom and dad were supposed to travel to Puerto Rico this week. They were to spend the holiday with family over there…a very welcomed vacation for my mom who had to deal with the death of my uncle and her brother in August. Well, my mom never made it on her vacation. Last week, she started having chest pain and made an appointment last Friday to see her cardiologist. He informed her that she had to have a stress test done on Monday and she might not be able to travel on Tuesday. On Sunday I received a frantic phone call from my dad saying that my mom had horrible chest pain and I could hear her  in the background crying. They set out for the hospital and didn’t make it…they had to pull over and flag down an ambulance. They stabilized my mom with nitroglycerin and continued their trip to the ER.  I’m not sure how many of you out there have a strong relationship with your mom or the person who is that mother figure…to see your mom on a hospital bed looking so pale can really break anyone’s heart. My training as a nurse helped me stay strong when all I wanted to do was scream how unfair it all was. My day was spent standing by my mom’s bedside thinking and hoping that everything would turn out right. I wasn’t alone…my family was there, my dad, sister Barbie, Brother Joey, sister-in-law Jomarie, Nate, Koryna, Sidney  and Ralph. She was admitted that night and had another bout of chest pain at 3am. The next morning a catheterization was scheduled. She had 3 blockages that were broken up and she didn’t need surgery. My heart just breaks every time I think what could have happened if my mom had boarded that plane with those 3 blockages. This recent event got me thinking about the true meaning of Christmas…where is Christmas? Christmas for me has got to be about the most precious thing we could have…FAMILY! Not that expensive gift that we can get or what we are wearing and where we are going. It’s about being able to hold your child, parent, significant other and friends…physically hug them and tell them just how much they mean to you. I hope that this story has stirred something inside whoever reads it…that for one second you as an adult feel the wonder of what Christmas truly is. A time to celebrate the birth of Christ and the celebration of FAMILY!

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Comments
  1. jessica solivan says:

    Wow,bought me to tears 😥 I feel your pain as I look back and think of my dad and how fragile he looked as he went through the same.

  2. sandyrn3 says:

    I know Jess…we went through it with our grandma and then now with mom twice. And to be quite honest I just can’t thank God enough. Our family members are better than us in Heaven and one day we will be with them again ❤

  3. Jen says:

    Sorry to hear about your mom… I hope she is feeling much better now…. Thanks for sharing such a true christmas miracle…

  4. Maria says:

    I feel your pain, as my mom went through the same thing. There’s nothing more painful than to see anyone that you love suffer in pain, and you not able to take the pain away. Im glad your mom is well. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful story about the meaning of christmas……family. ❤

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