Friday, May 7, 2010
My son Jesse and I went to my mom’s for an early Mother’s Day visit this afternoon. Though we only live a three minute drive away from her, this is the first time since around Christmas that Jesse has been able to make this trip.
I have been over to see her a few times since the New Year, but only a couple of times. It has been probably about two months since I’ve been to her house.
Jesse and I both have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. We are both recovering at our own rates. Each of us has different symptoms. But there is a core commonality to our lack of stamina, brain fog, and neurological disturbances.
In a way, it’s good that there are two of us. We understand each other in ways that most people can’t.
We spent an hour with my mother today. Not a very long visit, and not what we used to do in the days before we were ill. We used to spend the whole afternoon, pushing into dinner hour.
But about an hour is about what Jesse can handle before he starts to deteriorate, and about an hour is about the limit unless we want him to have to spend the rest of the day flattened in bed afterward.
Which of course, we don’t want. So, an hour it is.
It was a nice visit. We shot the breeze, had a few laughs. Exchanged Mother’s Day gifts. And then it was time to be on our way.
Not too long after we got home, it was time for both of us to head to our rooms to lay down and rest from the excursions of the day.
This is what special occasions look like, on a good day, in a household with CFS.