So the time finally came...

I have been sitting at Hartford Hospital for three days while my mother had open-heart surgery for a triple by-pass and valve replacement. She has had a very rough time. She is very over weight, no exercise or activity and very poor eating habits. She is also diabetic with other medical complications. We are not alone in the waiting room in the Intensive Care Unit. Many other families have been here for days waiting on the word if their father or husband will make it after his heart attack and surgery.
It makes me think of the many years an Executive Chef who's known for his passion for health and watching people create a time bomb inside themselves by endless eating of non-beneficial foods, to much alcohol and smoking. Saying "I don't need any of that healthy junk, My grandpa lived to 90 drink'in, smoke'in and bacon every morning" Lucky him. This lifestyle does catch up with the vast majority of people, maybe not by heart attack always but many other quality of life issues.
Now, last night after a day of wondering when my mom's 104.4 fever would come down and be strong enough to get her off the heart pump and respirator...I had dinner. A Bacon Cheese burger, fries and a coffee milkshake. Maybe a small blackraspberry hot fudge sundae. I always say "moderation, not elimination" or 80% healthy and 20% comfort food. Either way, I had very low stress and slept pretty well that night. My breakfast was back to normal-Multi-Grain bagel dry with egg and ham, no cheese. Plus an hour in the gym yesterday morning help me deal with the day as a whole.
What's my point today? I don't know. Maybe I love my mom and was unable to help her for many reasons. Maybe this is one of the many personal reasons I truly want to impacted others so they don't have to spend 3 stressful days in the hospitals waiting for the doctor to walk into the waiting room to tell you the last thing you want to hear about someone you love very deeply...