Emergency

...not on to the next project...

I spent about 8 hours at the hospital yesterday. And my mom is back in again. Life changes quickly...

Normal morning. The rest of the family went off to softball tournament. I did laundry and even got Grandma up for a bit so that I could change sheets and her pajamas etc. At 1:30 though she said she was feeling sick and I accosted Marcy as she drove in the driveway and we were in the emergency room by 2:00.

It's hard to tell what's going on and it's hard to know what to do... Grandma does NOT want to go to the hospital! Are we jumping the gun? Should we wait and see if she gets worse? What is worse? Even with the doctor firing questions at us we were sort of at a loss.

"When did she start getting nauseous?" "1:00? But she's had episodes for years."

"Does she get dizzy? Is she unsteady? Since when?" "Oh, she's always unsteady..."

"So why did you bring her in?" "Because we thought her blood pressure might be high? Because the last time she was brought in she had had a heart attack... Same symptoms."

More emergency room tests. More not so great results. Yep. She'd better be admitted. That makes Grandma sad. She does not want to be there. She does not want us to leave.

Marcy and I wait in the hallway while they move Mother from one bed to another and hook her back up to all their machines. I stand there thinking maybe we ought to call Mother's pastor... No that is really jumping the gun.

"Pastor Andrea?"

Marcy looks down the hall and there is Mother's pastor on her way back from visiting her own mother who is hospitalized! Pastor Andrea comes in and Mother looks up and says,

"Oh my! You are so beautiful!"

"Oh Grace, you ARE sick!"

Gives us all a laugh. (Pastor Andrea IS lovely but she didn't expect the genuine, spontaneous compliment at that particular moment.)

Prayers and a hand squeeze and I think God has sent us a small miracle.

"He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed,

miracles that cannot be counted."

Job 5:9