Just take a wild stab....
I was in the ER with my mom. Yep.
Mom had surgery on her left ankle Tuesday February 9th. So me, my sister Angie and my sister in law Cathie have been taking turns staying with her. She is in a wheel chair and can't put any weight on that foot for 6 to 8 weeks.
Her surgery was two days before Pam died. Pam was supposed to come and take a turn with mom the Friday that she didn't wake up.
Needless to say it's been seriously crazy. Well last night my sil Cathie was staying with her. At 8 o'clock I get a phone call from her just as I'm putting the kids to bed. This is how the phone call went.
Me... "Not much"
Cathie...."Can you come over here right now?"
I told the kids to get themselves in bed and ran out the door. I knew something was wrong. I said a very fervent prayer for help to be able to deal with whatever was going on over at my Mom's house.
I did 45 mph in a 25 mph zone.
When I got there Cathie called from in the bathroom. My mom had passed out. She had come too and Cathie had left her for a moment to call me because she couldn't get her off of the toilet.
We ended up calling 911 because she just kept going downhill. She was very pail and clammy. She would respond to us but she didn't really know what was going on.
Her blood pressure had bottomed out. I'm sure some of it was from everything that has been happening with Pam. I'm not sure how much has hit her because she has had to be on pain meds for her leg.
Thankfully she was only in the ER for about three hours and then they sent her home. She is doing much better now.
It was scary. But I felt a sense of calm that I'm sure wouldn't have been there if I hadn't offered up that prayer.
Prayers are heard and answered. They really are.
Now I could use a few days of re-cooperation time where nothing major happens. That would be really, really nice.