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    Got home early Sunday morning from visiting family after the fourth and decided to go for a nice long ride. Threw some jeans and a t-shirt on, laced up my boots, checked my bike, threw on my helmet and started riding.

    If you know where to look in Ohio there are some really nice places to ride. After a 20 minute cruise out of the city I was finally in the woods tearing up the twisties and having the time of my life just like every time I get on my bike. Rode down into a steep twisting valley, powering through the corners and back up out of the valley.

    I rode down to a little town, got something to drink and stood and watched the falls for a few. Talked for a few with a couple Harley guys I parked my bike next to who were alot cooler than most "Holier than thou" Harley riders you meet.

    My phone rang and it was my dad, he was taking my mom to the hospital. He was barely able to get the word hospital out before I had hung up and used my phone to check how far I was from the hospital. I hopped on my bike and one of the guys I was talking to must have understood from the grim "Yea, yea, ok, alright, is she ok? Bye" what was going on. As I kicked the bike into gear and took off I heard him yell "Don't kill yourself!" and with that I was up the hill leading down into the town and onto the back roads.

    I rode that bike like it owed me money. Leaning it over as far as it would go, squeezing every little bit of power out of the engine I could to get out of the turns faster. I opened her up on the straight aways only slowing down if there was an intersection or drive that let out onto the road I was on. The trees were a blur, the ground was a blur, it was like I melded into my bike and knew exactly how far I could push it without wiping out in a corner.

    I started riding tamer the closer I got back to the city for fear of being pulled over and it detaining my rush to the hospital even further. Thanks to the route I decided to take that day I came up out of a valley and was in the city about a mile from the hospital. Rolled into the lot, flipped down my stand, shut her off, locked the forks, and ran into the ER still holding my helmet.

    When I found her she was pretty out of it from the morphine they gave her for the pain, and the morphine was making her sick and she was throwing up stomach acid and blood.

    They kept her overnight and after many tests, probing, and etc. come to find out she has an ulcer the size of a silver dollar with lesions around it that could develop into more ulcers. They kept her last night, they are keeping her tonight, but I'm just glad shes going to be ok.

    The whole time there I was thinking the worst because I know she holds things in, suffers through pain, and doesn't tell anyone. Turned out shes been having pain for awhile, to the point where it would wake her up in the middle of the night but she didn't want to wake anyone for help. It brings tears to my eyes just sitting here thinking about her sitting awake in the middle of the night suffering. She always been the linchpin in our family taking care of everyone and its amazing the things you take for granted until they are not there any more.

    Theres not much they can do for an ulcer besides put her on a liquid diet and hope it starts healing. Hopefully she will come home tomorrow, but if it was up to me I'd drag a cot in there right next to her because no one wants to spend the night alone in a hospital.

    #2
    Originally posted by Draketh View Post
    Got home early Sunday morning from visiting family after the fourth and decided to go for a nice long ride. Threw some jeans and a t-shirt on, laced up my boots, checked my bike, threw on my helmet and started riding.

    If you know where to look in Ohio there are some really nice places to ride. After a 20 minute cruise out of the city I was finally in the woods tearing up the twisties and having the time of my life just like every time I get on my bike. Rode down into a steep twisting valley, powering through the corners and back up out of the valley.

    I rode down to a little town, got something to drink and stood and watched the falls for a few. Talked for a few with a couple Harley guys I parked my bike next to who were alot cooler than most "Holier than thou" Harley riders you meet.

    My phone rang and it was my dad, he was taking my mom to the hospital. He was barely able to get the word hospital out before I had hung up and used my phone to check how far I was from the hospital. I hopped on my bike and one of the guys I was talking to must have understood from the grim "Yea, yea, ok, alright, is she ok? Bye" what was going on. As I kicked the bike into gear and took off I heard him yell "Don't kill yourself!" and with that I was up the hill leading down into the town and onto the back roads.

    I rode that bike like it owed me money. Leaning it over as far as it would go, squeezing every little bit of power out of the engine I could to get out of the turns faster. I opened her up on the straight aways only slowing down if there was an intersection or drive that let out onto the road I was on. The trees were a blur, the ground was a blur, it was like I melded into my bike and knew exactly how far I could push it without wiping out in a corner.

    I started riding tamer the closer I got back to the city for fear of being pulled over and it detaining my rush to the hospital even further. Thanks to the route I decided to take that day I came up out of a valley and was in the city about a mile from the hospital. Rolled into the lot, flipped down my stand, shut her off, locked the forks, and ran into the ER still holding my helmet.

    When I found her she was pretty out of it from the morphine they gave her for the pain, and the morphine was making her sick and she was throwing up stomach acid and blood.

    They kept her overnight and after many tests, probing, and etc. come to find out she has an ulcer the size of a silver dollar with lesions around it that could develop into more ulcers. They kept her last night, they are keeping her tonight, but I'm just glad shes going to be ok.

    The whole time there I was thinking the worst because I know she holds things in, suffers through pain, and doesn't tell anyone. Turned out shes been having pain for awhile, to the point where it would wake her up in the middle of the night but she didn't want to wake anyone for help. It brings tears to my eyes just sitting here thinking about her sitting awake in the middle of the night suffering. She always been the linchpin in our family taking care of everyone and its amazing the things you take for granted until they are not there any more.

    Theres not much they can do for an ulcer besides put her on a liquid diet and hope it starts healing. Hopefully she will come home tomorrow, but if it was up to me I'd drag a cot in there right next to her because no one wants to spend the night alone in a hospital.

    Ugh man i am sorry bro I know alot of what you were/are feeling. My mum has MS, and over the years, its slowly gotten worse and worse. Some days she's ok, but most shes pretty much out of it with the cocktail of crap that they have her on. Understand that my relationship with my mother hasnt always been the greatest, and at times it was down right horrible, but no matter what, she's still my mum and I hate watching her waste away. Sometimes i get angry with her, cos at times she seems like she is just giving up and letting it take her. But i feel bad after because i know its not really her fault, there is simply not alot she can do to fight it. My hopes go out to you and your mom bro, hope she gets better soon.

    TCK

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      #3
      Have faith in the Docs. Let them take care of her and you take care of yourself. Peace...
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        #4
        Sorry to hear about your mom.
        I hope she is alright.
        Prayers...

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          #5
          Givers

          I always believed there was two kind of people. Givers and takers. Through all the people I met in my life, I've always tried to surround myself with givers as they're wonderful persons.
          The problem with givers is that it's not in their nature to ask for help.
          Hope everything will go for the best. Our prayers to you and your family.
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            #6
            Originally posted by bonanzadave View Post
            Have faith in the Docs. Let them take care of her and you take care of yourself. Peace...
            Have faith but watch them like a hawk.
            For all their modern miracles the medical profession still screws up an awful lot of people on the simple stuff.
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