Since I got the call on Saturday morning that my Mom was in critical condition, it’s been a hard few days. Many thanks to Christy for working 18 hour days doing the job of both of us and raising a 3 year-old to boot, to all the guest posters who have stepped in to cover my shifts and to all the support pouring out from people in the comments. Your prayers and your good wishes have meant the world.
My sister and I have been splitting 24 hour shifts in the hospital as my mom slips in and out of consciousness. It’s hard to imagine that the hands that used to lovingly brush and curl my hair on Saturday mornings while I watched cartoons have now grown gnarled with arthritis and so we take turns feeding her. She doesn’t want to eat and her body is breaking down. We could have brief conversations yesterday but she hasn’t really said much since then.
I got a call this morning that Christy and I had been attacked in The New Republic for staying silent on some particular matter because Kos had ordered us to do so. I have not posted since last Friday night, have not had internet access at the hospital and have only had moments at home when I could grab quick glances at the blog. I have no idea what’s going on in the world, let alone the internecine politics of greater blogistan. Christy is working like a dog just trying to keep the blog going. Had TNR bothered to ask or even take a passing glance at FDL they could have figured that out, but they didn’t. They obviously did no research — just took someone’s word for this particular smear. As did the Hotline Blogometer. I’m not quite sure how I became the poster girl for something I wasn’t even around for, but the attack is obviously not grounded in anything having to do with us. Or Kos. Or responsible journalism, for that matter.
But that’s pretty much par for the course for the Joe Lieberman Weekly. Last week Ryan Lizza took an off-the-record conversation he had with Christy and wrote about it. They have the journalistic ethics of gutter snakes and as their circulation spirals into the tank they seem to be growing quite desperate. I suppose I should be flattered at this particular pigtail dunking but the fact that it’s all happening when I’m not really available to defend myself is a bit below the belt.
My mom had really wanted for the whole family to take a cruise on July 8 and I was dreading it (I’m sure she probably wanted to make sure I was cut off from internet access for a week — she’s quite clever). About an hour ago she woke up and said "we’re all going to get better and get on that boat." It’s now my greatest hope in the world that she will be better and we’ll all be boarding a boat in Galveston on July 8. In the mean time I’m going to be doing everything I can to take care of my mom, and if anyone wants to see conspiracies in that, so be it.
(Mom passed away shortly after this post went up. It was great to be able to be with her. Thanks to everyone for their thoughts and prayers — jh)