After The Storm: Que Sera, Sera

After a hurricane it's amazing how calm, still and beautiful everything is, including the destruction.

The temps are warm, Billboards on the island bridge are ripped and crashed and left floating in the marshes, yet they look like a modern sculptures rising up like a Phoenix from the ashes.

The sun shines blindingly bright, and the colors are more intense now that the gray is gone. Even the downed trees have a certain beauty in their chaos.

The same can be said for what's going on with my mom.

When I finally made it through the traffic, off the expressway & back to the hospital around 12:30 yesterday afternoon yesterday, my mother's eyes were open and she was cognisant and attempting to talk back to me - except she couldn't because she still was connected to the vent.

The Doctors were shocked that she was no longer in septic shock.

And last night when I left, they'd given her pain meds and she was snoring through her breathing & feeding tubes.

If all goes well today, they will remove her breathing tube.

Yesterday afternoon I held her hand, sang Rhianna's "Umbrella" song very badly (because for some reason, my mom likes Rhianna,) and my voice - which only a mother could love.

But mostly I talked about how amazing she's doing, and I'd sing bits of her favorite song - The very same song she'd sing to me as little girl while she was brushing my hair:

When I was just a little girl,

I asked my mother, 'What will I be?

'Will I be pretty?

'Will I be rich?'

Here's what she said to me:

'Que sera, sera,

'Whatever will be, will be;

'The future's not ours to see.

'Que sera, sera,

'What will be, will be.

When I grew up and fell in love,

I asked my sweetheart, 'What lies ahead?

'Will we have rainbows

'day after day?'

Here's what my sweetheart said:

'Que sera, sera,

'Whatever will be, will be;

'The future's not ours to see.

'Que sera, sera,

'What will be, will be.'

Now I have children of my own,

They ask their mother, 'What will I be?

'Will I be handsome?

'Will I be rich?'

I tell them tenderly:

'Que sera, sera,

'Whatever will be, will be;

'The future's not ours to see.

'Que sera, sera,

'What will be, will be.'

(finale)QUE SERA SER

I'm on my way to the hospital now, and while I still believe she has more rounds to fight and that there is more work to be done - Your continued positive thoughts, vibes, and prayers are indeed working! My hope still floats, and the glass is remains half full.

If today is a better day than yesterday - Then it will be a wonderful day.

And I thank you all from the bottom of my imperfect pancreas for how you've ALL been there for us!

I don't know what we would do without you!

UPDATE: They have removed her vent. She's on a ang tube for meds and oxygen. Her vocal cords are very bruised and she has thrush. She's still on antibiotics & they put her on some morphine for pain this afternoon after they removed the vent and put the ang tube through her nose, so she's very groggy and very sleepy. . She's having a belly catscan today at 2:30.

Belly catscan was fine, blood gasses are normal, she told me to hurry up and get home because I had a long drive and physical therapy starts tomorrow.

Today was a good day!