Last Summer it appeared that my mom had fought and beat lung cancer. In February of 2011 she was in intensive care at SUNY Upstate Medical Center in Syracuse, NY. Doctors told us that she was, "holding on to the edge of a cliff." I stayed with her for several days, sleeping in a recliner and praying. I asked God to give her more time. I just wanted to see her in the garden one more time. We had plans. Greenhouse plans. Seeds in the dirt plans.
Well, God gave her another Spring. Her pop-up greenhouse came out of the garage and we ordered seeds. As soon as they opened for business we were in the local greenhouse picking out flowers for the house gardens and even more peppers to be sure we had an abundant crop.
July came and she was doing great. In the heat of the summer she was in the garden, meticulously weeding each and every hot pepper plant that my buddy Paul and I put into the ground. She picked zucchini and loved the bread that it turned in to. One early morning I woke up and drove out to the garden without her. I thought she needed some rest. When I arrived back at the house before 9 a.m. I could tell she was mad. She grumbled to me that I should have woke her up. She was right, I should have.
In September of 2011 her leg became increasingly sore and we thought that it was the result of arthritis. Then, one night as she was walking down the hall to her bedroom her Femur snapped. Luckily I was there to help her while my wife called 9-1-1. Our daughter took our son to the basement playroom as the paramedics came and helped us. They were wonderful people.
Unfortunately the Cancer was back. It made its way through her blood and into her bone, weakening it so badly that it snapped. Since that night it's been a battle.
Tonight my mom is back at SUNY Upstate. She's in the care of great doctors and a greater God. I want to ask for another Spring.
So it is that my first batch of Handcrafted Hot Sauce came from those plants. From plants cared for by one of the greatest women to walk the Earth. I have one bottle left and haven't been able to open it. It won't last forever I suppose.
I'm not sure if building a locally-grown-handcrafted-hot-sauce empire is the right way to honor the woman who gave me life. Then again, she seems to like the idea. Would it be too much to ask for her to see it happen? I suppose that's not for me to know right now. All I can do is ask.
Stuff means different things to different people. I guess I felt like some how I needed to express what all this stuff means to me. Thanks for reading. We're all just seeds in the dirt.
I Love You Ma.