I hear people are getting really, really tired of chicken soup.
Well, I don’t blame them. I am, too.
But my life is not my own right now. As a matter of fact, it never really is — but some of the pieces (that feel like they SHOULD belong to me) are certainly otherwise appropriated right now.
Hold on, Folks. One of these days I’ll have not only the TIME, but the energy to put some words together.
That being said, please pray for My Sweet Mama. She was admitted to the hospital on Wednesday evening and will be there at least until Tuesday. I am going to copy here part of an e-mail that went out to our family and our church:
She has a urinary tract infection that went septic as well as a condition known as “rhabdomyolysis” which they think is a result of the truama that she has had over the last three weeks. To briefly recount that: She had a blood clot in her lung, she had nearly a dozen teeth pulled, she had a fall down the front steps here at my house resulting in some spectacular bruising and abrasions, then she had a bowel impaction that was traumatizing. All of this time, apparently she was brewing a severe urinary tract infection. Then during the night on Tuesday night at my house, she got down on the floor and couldn’t get up. I had gone to bed around midnight and got up around 5:30, and apparently she had been on the floor most of that time. She was very sick while she was down there, with copious amounts of diarrhea and vomiting, and was so embarrassed and sad and exhausted from trying so hard to get up and not being able to. She had managed to get herself back in her chair when it “got light enough for her to find it,” but I seriously wonder what happened during the night. Her doctor is saying that she is not critical, in that she isn’t in shock and she isn’t having seizures and such, but I have to wonder if any of that may have happened while she was down because she does not remember much. The way things were scattered around in that room in the morning made me feel like there was some unexplainable activity in that room while I wasn’t there to observe. It looked like a war zone.
I say all that to say that my heart aches for our prim and proper Mama. As siblings we hate this so incredibly much for her sake. I am struggling with the fact that this all happened “on my watch” so to speak — at least the most of the trauma, but I also know that God has been so gracious to us as a family. I feel like He has “equipped” us for this time in so many different ways and unexpected provisions, and my brothers and sisters and their spouses have been incredibly supportive and comforting and encouraging. We don’t exactly know what will unfold over these next few weeks, but the knowledge that God is Already There is a lifeline for us all. Please continue to pray for her and for us as a family that we will find the best things to do for her. She has been such a good Mama, and we certainly want her to be comforted as well as comfortable.