A few weeks ago, I met my mom in Kingston for a mother-daughter weekend that we had been planning since last summer. Despite the terrible weather, we had a really great time, and have decided to make it an annual event.
My mom and I have always had a really close relationship, but I had originally had some reservations about the weekend, because over the past few years, my mom has been a bit different. More sensitive, less likely to joke around, less energetic. But the reason that we had postponed the weekend when it was originally planned for the fall was because my mom had to have surgery, and since she’s recovered, she’s been a whole new person – or rather, she’s been herself again.
Watching this transformation, and spending time with my mom this month, made me feel really ashamed for not having realized that she was dealing with some major chronic pain issues, and that there was a very good reason for her short-temper and exhaustion. In my defense, it took her doctors almost as long to realize it as well – she wasn’t diagnosed until shortly before her surgery.
I have a whole new level of respect and admiration for people dealing with long-term medical conditions. I’ve been lucky enough to have spent the majority of my life in good health (with the exception of a remarkable number of face-plants and the accompanying broken noses and teeth), and I think that I had been a little short on sympathy (or is it empathy?) for people dealing with pain.
Me and the Momster in Ottawa last year
Which is to say, our weekend was really fun. We went to a spa for massages, ate a delicious vegetarian lunch and an even more delicious dinner, hung out with my cousins who go to university at Queen’s, and overwhelmed this super-quaint B&B with our extended family (my aunt and uncle had coincidentally ended up in Kingston the same weekend, and at the same B&B).
I also got to grab a coffee with my friend Liz and her husband Jay before heading home, which was fantastic. Liz and I met in seventh grade at summer camp, but have never lived in the same city, and I hadn’t seen her since the year that I graduated high school. She’s now in Colingwood, so hopefully we can get together the next time that Eric and I are in Owen Sound.