Three days ago MSH and I took a day trip to the Grand Canyon with my Dad and Mom.
After taking a few days to allow the experience some time to settle in and process a bit, I thought that’s what I’d post about today. I figured it’d be a good way to work through my goodbye blues after Dad and Mom left this morning to drive back home.
But, LIFE has its own agenda sometimes.
Nine hours after pulling out of my driveway this morning, Dad called with news that he’d taken Mom to the hospital in a tiny town just outside of the middle of nowhere. From there they flew her to a bigger hospital in a bigger town.
The doctor’s are saying Ischemic Stroke. That’s what they said in April and it turned out to be seizures in the area around her first stroke. Dad says she’s already doing better than she was this afternoon, so that’s something to hang on to.
Dad sounds optimistic and calm.
I’m just a puddled mess of tears and fears. Praying lots. Staying in touch with the siblings and relatives. Trying to feel some peace. At a complete loss for words now.
The next twenty-four hours will tell us more.
Any prayers you want to add to the mix surely garner my appreciation.
“We could never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world.” ~Helen Keller