It's my mother's birthday. One year ago we were "celebrating" her birthday in the hospital surrounding her hospital bed as she fought (with the tremendous help of doctors, nurses and modern medical technology) to stay alive. After three weeks in the hospital her nurse confided in us that in 20 years of nursing she'd only seen one other patient in that bad of shape actually pull through.
A year later, she's made what I would call a complete recovery. She's on an ostomy bag, but other than that she's in great health and back to her old self. We're having her birthday dinner tonight at my brother's house. He and his family, along with my in-laws, are very religious. Posts today on Facebook by some of those same family members confirm what I already suspected. They're all crediting and thanking "God" for her recovery and for "letting her" have more time here with us.
It grates the shit out of my nerves, but for the sake of family and congenial relations, I am forced to bite my tongue. I'm posting this blog in the hopes of alleviating some of the agitation before it starts. Sort of bracing myself for the inevitable silence I will try to keep tonight as the god-botherers of my family credit an invisible, non-existent sky-daddy instead of those who really deserve it (the aforementioned doctors, nurses, and those who contributed to the medical technology which kept her alive and brought her back to health).
Anyway, there despite the praise of god, go I...
Cautiously optimistic that it won't be as bad/annoying as I'm expecting it to be.