Thank you, thank you, thank you for ALL the kind wishes for my mom. She’s still in the hospital, but out of ICU and getting stronger every day, which is great news. We’ve still got a ways to go, but we’re all encouraged, and I know all the good thoughts helped.
This last week has been such a blur: I swear, it’s like when something like this happens, you enter an alternate universe of hospital trips and doctors and tests and worry. My family and I all keep joking that we’re so tired that when the docs come in to ask my mom the basic memory-based questions, like what the date or season is, that she’s the only one among us who knows the right answers. The rest of us are all so exhausted we barely make sense. Which is the reason I am keeping this entry short. Just getting out these few sentences feel as difficult as doing my taxes. No joke.