When life gives you plots … and stitches

05 Mar

Sometimes you don’t have to look far to find the mysteries, the wonder, the tragedy or the ironies in life that make a good plot. My readers haven’t heard from me because of a recent tragedy. They are hearing from me now because of an irony.

As my Facebook and local friends know, my family lost my father in February. He has suffered from Advanced Alzheimer’s for several years, went into the hospital with pneumonia, then came out with a diagnosis of lung cancer. After a short, heart-rending struggle to find him a stable environment, we had him in a place that could care for him—he lasted one week before passing away, shocking all of us and providing me one of the greatest sadnesses of my life.

The pain of that loss is too fresh and deep to put into words. And while I’ve lost myself in working on book four to keep my mind off the negative, I’ve been unable to be write down anything personal. A good conk on the head is just the cure.

Last Friday, I kissed my daughter goodnight, climbed the stairs (she has a room in the basement), went to the kitchen for my usual big cup of water and woke up on the kitchen floor. My daughter, her friend and my husband were hovering over me with horrified faces. I just lay there not understanding what was going on until I moved my hand to my head and came back with a very bloody hand. I don’t remember how I tripped; I only knew I was faint when I tried to get up. I spent the next few minutes trying not to pass out with the help of my daughter, my husband, then the EMS personnel. I feel sorry for the poor EMS driver who listened to me babble all the way to the hospital as we worked together to keep me awake.



My husband and I were in the emergency room for about four and a half hours. I knew I was going to be fine pretty soon after we arrived. The dizziness passed quickly; a cat scan showed no damage; I just had a deep cut to the scalp, which caused the severe bleeding and probably the faintness. But as I lay there so long, chatting with my dear husband, who was trying to get comfortable in a little plastic chair, I couldn’t help being overwhelmed by the reality that after the last few years of being the one in that little plastic chair while mom, then dad lay on the gurney, it was me staring at the ceiling. I have only been to the emergency room once as a patient and that was when I was sixteen. It had been just five weeks since the trip with my dad to the hospital for pneumonia. Mom and I had sat that terrible night for 12 hours trying to keep ourselves positive and awake by doing crossword puzzles and waiting for dad to get a hospital room.

However, that’s not the irony. After everything was stable, I had my stitches and was waiting for release forms, I finally got up from the gurney to visit the ladies room. I realized then as I was shuffling out towards the restroom that not only was I taken to the same emergency facility as dad, I was in the very same room.

Guess I’ll do ANYthing to come with a subject for a blog!!!!

Genilee Swope Parente


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7 responses to “When life gives you plots … and stitches

  1. Allyn Stotz

    March 5, 2015 at 10:15 am

    Oh my goodness, that is really eerie! And scary. I’m so glad you’re ok but can’t believe you didn’t tell us! But I understand why you didn’t. I bet Daddy was watching it all happen and put you in that room to feel closer to you and let you know he was right there with you!

    • swopeparente

      March 8, 2015 at 5:58 pm

      that’s a really nice thought, Allyn. Because of all that happened, that was teh freakiest–realizing where I was.

  2. Allyn Stotz

    March 5, 2015 at 10:18 am

    Goodness sakes! Where are your stitches? Are you going to be scarred for life!!?? And next time…tell your family!! We always need a good laugh. Actually it’s not funny, not one bit. Just so glad you are ok. When did it happen? Bet you scared the bajesus out of RJ and Christina!

    Allyn M. Stotz, Author The Pea In Peanut Butter Kailee Finds Magic IN Words


  3. Kelly Kobayashi

    March 5, 2015 at 11:09 am

    First, sympathy for your family’s loss- especially so sudden a loss. Second, relief that you weren’t in serious danger. Third, thank you for sharing this story. I have no doubt that your father was there with you. ♡

  4. Verna Wortkoetter

    March 9, 2015 at 6:59 pm

    Sorry for your fall. Must have been quite an experience . Had meant to extend My sympathy with the loss of your Dad before this, but my fingers did not hit the Right buttons. Have tried reaching out to your Mother. I am proud of her. She is really trying. Have read your third book. Really enjoyed it and look forward to the Next one.God’s.

    blessings for you, Verna W

    Praying God’s blessings for you, Verna


  5. swopeparente

    March 10, 2015 at 6:43 pm

    glad you liked the book Verna. I have a hard head. You should know that!


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