An Inch From Death

My mother was informed of her situation. Her lungs are filled with little blood clots. In fact, the doctor said that one was about an inch from her heart. If it had made it there she wouldn't be alive. He also said he had never seen someone with so many clots in their lungs and still be alive. Apparently her time wasn't up.

It's assumed that her clotting disorder is genetically based. She doesn't know of anyone in her extended family that has had this type of problem, but nonetheless, this means that I and my siblings should be aware of the possibility we could also have clotting problems.

Despite the irritation and annoyances I feel from her personality, I'm not ready just yet for her to depart from the physical. It does feel like there is more for us to work through—to experience. Hopefully she'll take this as a wake-up call...