Good news

(Dad & Mom. 1967)

My sister and father called this morning with good news. My mother came through the procedure the docs have been trying to do (for over a week now), and is doing well.  From the sounds of things, there’s much improvement on all fronts.  At least for now.

I was going to take a train out there tomorrow, but have canceled my ticket/trip. If all goes well, Mom should be going home in a day or two.

M and I might drive out there this weekend.

Thank you to everyone who offered up prayers, energy, and other good vibes.  I appreciate your support and caring.


Blizzard

(Santa in a storefront window. December 2007. © Robin)

I’ve been ignoring this blog lately. It’s not that I don’t have things I could be writing about, but that I’m not sure just how much I can write about.

I’m a firm believer in people being entitled to their privacy. I don’t need a HIPAA law for that (although apparently some people do since the government felt the need to pass such a thing; and before someone comes by to flame me for what I consider to be just a passing comment — a “just sayin” kind of thing — I’m not saying I’m against HIPAA).

That said, I know there are family and friends reading who are caring and concerned, and wouldn’t mind a little update.

There’s not much to say, to be honest. Mom is still in the hospital. They’ve been unable to do the procedure they want to do. Complications keep coming up whenever the docs have given it a try.

They’re trying again on Tuesday. If you’re the praying sort, please send up a prayer or two that this time it will be successful so that my mother can go home. This long hospital stay is not good for her.

If it doesn’t go as hoped and planned, I’m heading back out there. Probably should’ve done it before now, but I was shooting for optimism in hoping that things would go well and Mom would be home before I could get there.

In other news…

If you watched the Browns game this afternoon, you know that we’re getting hit hard in this area with snow. The winds are really whipping, too.

That’s about it from the Bogs for now. I hope everyone out there reading is doing well and taking care of themselves.

Good health is important, and needs a proactive approach. Don’t take it for granted.

Just sayin.


Back in the Bogs

(Love. December 2007. © Robin)

M and I are home.

I don’t feel like writing much about our trip, at least not now. Suffice it to say it was not as expected.

My mother is in the hospital. My father called me about an hour after we left home on Saturday to tell me she’d had a heart attack.

Her illness is not good at all, but our timing was. We were headed in that direction as part of our trip, going back to the scene of M’s sabbatical. A work visit for him, and a birthday outing to Longwood Gardens for me. Needless to say, we had to rearrange a few things. Thank goodness we were already going out that way.

Mom’s situation is complicated, and even if it wasn’t I don’t suppose she’d appreciate me putting too much information out here. It’s her story to tell. I’m just glad I got to visit with her while we were out there. This is one of those times when I wish we lived closer.

I don’t know if I’ll be staying here in the Bogs for long or heading back east. I’m going to hope and pray for the best.

I love you, Mom.