My Mother had a heart attack, but we had no idea. You see, we didn’t find out until over a year after the event had happened. How we found out was a strange story as well. My mother passed out during worship service one Sunday evening. She was prone to fainting, but she hadn’t in a few years. When she passed out, she wasn’t easily revived, so of course 911 was called. When she got home from the ER that night, she told us that her blood work showed that she had had a heart attack at some point in the past. The next morning, she told me when she thought the heart attack has happened.
You see, when I was in kindergarten, we moved from our home in Hammond, IN to a old run down house on a two acre farm about 15 miles north of Indianapolis, where we lived until the end of my eight grade year. And that last winter we lived there was bad — really bad. There were several weeks that winter when we had snow for 3 or 4 days at a time.
On our farm we raised our own pork and chicken, which was how we ate. Because not long after we moved to the Farm, as we called it, and my little brother was born, and my Dad lost his job. Though he found another job, it didn’t last too long, and he was out of work for 3 years. He had finally returned to work and had been working steady for a while, so we were just starting to recover. But these animals, which had been our life-line all these years, were still around and had to be taken care of every day. This was usually my older brother’s job, as he had just graduated high school the summer before and hadn’t found a job yet. But one really bad blizzard week, he was stuck in town, so Mama decided that she would water the chickens, pigs and our old horse. Now normally, in the summer, we had a hose that ran from the house to the barn that provided the water to the barn, but during the winter, water had to be carried to the animals in five-gallon buckets. I asked Mama if she wanted help, but she said “No, this weather is too bad,” and it was, “You stay in the house and keep an eye on your little brother”, who was about 5 at the time.
It was snowing so hard and fierce that it made the Snowmageden that we had two winters ago look like a light winter’s snow. So out she went, morning and evening, carrying these buckets of hot water in 2 to 3 feet of ever-growing snow, all 100 yards to the barn. My little brother and I would watch at the door to be sure that nothing happened. We would lose sight of her half way there because it was snowing that hard. She would come trudging back just as loaded down as she left, because you see, we lived in a drafty old farm house. And although it had an old oil-burning furnace, we were still recovering from the hard times. So Mama kept the temperature on the furnace on low, and supplemented the heat by burning coal in the old wood stove in the back of the house. Back and forth, 2 to 3 times a day, first with water, then with buckets of coal. For almost a week until my older brother was able to get home from town. She’d come in and crawl in the bed after. We didn’t think nothing of it. It was cold and snowy; we crawled in the bed with her without a question.
“Yes, I know when I had that heart attack. It was two winters ago when I has to take hot water to the chickens. Do you remember, Lucy, how bad it was? I was so weak after that. For a couple months I barely had the strength to get out of the bed.”
Me: ?????? Mama was too weak to get out of bed? We never saw that. Of course she was in the bed a lot, we all were that winter, because the house was cold and that was the warmest place to be. We never questioned that she was maybe there more often than she should have been. It was 10 below outside. All we ever saw was the woman who took care of us and that farm, which she used to feed her family every day. So, to protect her children and make sure that we had food on our table, my mother broke her health one bad, terrible winter.
And we, her children, had no clue until over a year later. She was in her early 50s when this event happened. She celebrated her 80th birthday this last September and I pray that she doesn’t break her health taking care of my dying father, but she probably will, and will silently go on, because that is who she is. The woman who gives it all for the ones she loves.