Hi to everyone and I hope all is well? I have not written any blogs or been to any writing classes for a while due to the unforseen changes in my life this year.
My role and significance as a son has taken on a much higher meaning, due to the fact that my beautiful, caring, and blessed mother, is now struggling to cope with life due to severe anguish and pain in her body, that she no longer has the mobility to cope as a strong Blackwoman anymore.
The roles I have taken on are completely new to me, which involves being my mums full-time mouthpiece, carer, bestfriend, samson, philosopher, but most importantly being a male Mary Seacole throughout the night.
My life is basically on hold until the medical profession can hopefully rectify or at least ease the torture my mum suffers.
I never thought that this role would be placed upon my shoulders especially with me being the youngest, but with my elder brother married with kids, also one sister dead and the other living in states, and nephews who only know bling and hiphop and not really being able to step to the mark, so what do you do but raise your duty as a son.
I have experienced every emotion equivalent to any adrenalin junky, there is no sadder sight in the world than that of your mother who brought you into the world, struggle so much to get out of bed to do what we take for granted which is use the toilet, very very humbling.
As if things could not get any worse I collapsed recently through shear exhaustion and was rushed to hospital to be informed that I may have an AV Block on my Heart, and will need further tests to acertain the severity.
So right now I feel glad to be alive even though I do need to take things easy, even so while there is a breath in my body I will honour my duty and job to be there for my mother, because there is no greater sacrifice in the world than the love for your mother.