My mother never lived alone. At the end she lived with her sister, and next door to her son and family. I was at her house almost every day, and so were many of the grandkids. On this last ordinary visit to her house on Friday, the weather was nice and she and Helen were in the garden, at the bottom end, near where the old rabbit cage was. When I got to where they were, my mother told me she wasn't feeling that good. That was unusual for her so I said we should go to the hospital. She reminded me that she had her regularly scheduled visit with her doctor in Mechanicville the next Tuesday, just a few days away. I said, thinking it was a joke, that we wanted to make sure she was around on Tuesday. She had been hospitalized with a heart attack in 1978, so that was always on our minds.
She agreed to go and we called her doctor to advise him . But he said to bring her over to the office first to check her out. When we got to the Mechanicville office, her doctor was not there; she was to be seen by his son. My mother was disappointed because she had a good relatiobnship with the father, but she would not have said anything about it.
The young doctor listened to her symptoms, of most concern to her a pain in her side near the back. He attributed it to her kidney. At one time they had told her she had a third kidney. I don't know how they diagnosed that as I don't think she ever had any type of scan, which was probably not an option at the time. So he reassured her that there was no need to go to the hospital. Good news. But I remember what she said as we were about to leave his office, again unusual for her. He had told her the trouble was that "extra kidney." She turned back to him and asked, "Are you sure it's the kidney, Doctor?" His response, meant to be comforting, was, and I vividly recall his words, "Yes, That's exactly what it is."
On the way home, as we neared the railroad crossing, I remember her saying that it would be an odd sight when the snow fell on the trees, which still had their green leaves. We didn't think she would not be around to see that happen. And I have no memory if it did or not.
We went home that Friday afternoon, and got through Saturday. She died Sunday morning.