I've been my mother's caregiver since my father passed on in 2006. In the early years, I wasn't an actual caregiver, as Mother could care for herself, but simply a companion. But as with all elderly parents, as time passes, things change. First she needed a cane, then a walker, but she was mobile and I had no concerns about leaving her in the house alone while I was at work. Then, early in 2016, she fell and broke her arm. She sat on the floor for three hours until I got home, as she couldn't get up. It was a bad break and she didn't regain complete use of the arm. We were fortunate that she just broke her arm, and not her hip or her back, but my sister and I agreed that Mother could no longer be in the house alone. None of us could afford in-home caregivers, so I did my research, found a good nursing home, convinced Mother this was the best thing for her, and moved her there.
More changes and more challenges. Macular degeneration was slowly destroying Mother's sight. She was deaf without her hearing aids. The mild neuropathy she'd had in her legs for years escalated to the point she could no longer walk. She often asked me why she was still here, and each time I confidently assured her that it wasn't her time yet.
I've watched SSD from the very beginning. My main attraction to the show was the developing romance between Oliver and Shane. I never stopped to think that there might be a deeper message in this program. It was just a good TV show. Then I found A&D. I hadn't been one for social media, but after Higher Ground premiered I decided to see if SSD had a Facebook page. The page had a post for Mailbox Madness, a contest of sorts where you could vote for your favorite character, episode, etc., that was featured on a blog. I spent the next two weeks immersed in the ADBlog until I had read every post. The first day or so, I just found it very pleasant reading about my favorite TV show, but the more I read the more I learned about the spiritual messages and life lessons SSD contained.
In August of this year, Mother needed emergency surgery to remove her gall bladder. It was infected, and the biopsy revealed that it was also cancerous. Since Mother was 88 years old and already in frail health, chemo or radiation were not an option. The doctor released her from the hospital back to the nursing home under Hospice care.
Months passed, and Mother's health continued to decline. By November, she didn't eat much. She lost weight. She slept a good deal of the time. When she was awake, she suffered from anxiety and hallucinations. I thanked God that she wasn't in pain, but she was so weak and her quality of life was so poor I seriously began to question Him as to why He didn't take her home.
Six weeks later, Mother slipped into a coma early one morning and passed on by the end of the day. Thursday, December 14, 2017, 9:05 p.m. CST, in God's perfect timing, my mother exited this world and stepped into Eternity. She is at peace now, and this daughter has a changed heart and a deeper understanding of God's perfect plan, due in part to lessons learned from Signed, Sealed, Delivered.
The Living Letters series continues as long as there are stories (or even praise reports) to share, and I'm always looking for submissions. If you would like to contribute something about how Signed, Sealed, Delivered has impacted your life (or even your wardrobe) that you'd be willing to share here on A&D, feel free to email me. Keep the good going and submit yours today!