Wednesday, January 14, 2015
I always am fascinated how one minute you think you know how things are going to go and the next moment everything has changed. On Sunday evening, just as we were about to start getting settled down for the night, I learned that my Mom had fallen in her home. From there the night extended into an all nighter and ended only after my Mom had gotten settled into a hospital room at a trauma center. My Mom, my sister and I have spent the past three days in that very room listening to various nurses, doctors and therapists talk about brain injuries and recovery. As I walked down the halls of the hospital I was struck by how truly fragile these bodies of ours are. They break so easily and yet we demand so much of them.
I'm thankful that we are surrounded by, and have access to, such good medical care facilities. I'm thankful for medical staff that are caring, knowledgeable and patient. I'm thankful that my sister now lives near by. I'm thankful that my Mom is so fiercely independent and yet is willing to make new adjustments to her day to day routine. I'm thankful for friends who sent encouraging texts, took over carpool duties or watched over my children since it just so happened that Bryce was traveling for work this week. Most of all, I'm thankful that Mom is now home and is expected to make a full recovery.