Mom has The Crud and took a tumble the other night. We’re also awaiting word on how to fix her way.too.high platelet count.
ThankFULLy, the tumble wasn’t as bad as it could have been. And, hopefully, The Crud will run its course – far, far away.
We expected to see Mom’s hematologist/oncologist today about some molecular test he recently ran. Since she didn’t feel well enough for that, we’ll see him next week.
So many of my friends are, have, and/or will guide their parents along paths they never imagined. It sucks. It’s also an honor and beyond holy. I am beyond grateful that Mom knows who she is, who I am, and what’s happening.
As I write this, I have the back door to Mom’s “Senior Independent Living Apartment” open, hoping to bring the inside temp below 79. The breeze is healing – on so many levels. Mom is napping. She looks content. I just talked with her doc. He’s adorable, wise, and consoling. He.Gets.It. I am grateFULL.
And I’d love to know about the these same kinds of holy moments you’ve spent with your own beloved.