There was a time in the not so distant past where I was certain that bad things always followed good things. For example, I started to do a bit of travel, then my 10-year relationship ended. I began a new relationship, and then a close friend died of cancer. I did some more travel, and then my niece died. I got a promotion, and then my mother was hospitalized.<\/p>\n
And it’s happened again. I just got back from a great weekend in Toronto and within 24 hours my mother is hospitalized with pneumonia, a bladder infection, and some heart troubles (something about irregular beating and enzymes).\u00a0<\/p>\n
Of course, my parents never called me to tell me she was sick. I instant messaged with them on Tuesday when I got back from Canada and my Dad said my mother was tired from babysitting my niece and nephew over the previous 5 days. I did the same thing yesterday morning, but he didn’t respond. I finally called last night and my dad said they called 9-1-1 about 12 hours earlier and that she was admitted to Cape Cod Hospital.<\/p>\n
I called my\u00a0 mother last night around 7:30PM and she sounded okay (coughing a bit, but still maintained a bit of a sense of humor). She said she wasn’t exactly sure what was going on (the actual diagnosis) but she felt extremely weak and she gets dizzy if she sits up.<\/p>\n
I’m planning on heading down there tomorrow. If she’s still in the hospital I’ll visit with her there and help my Dad around the house afterwards.\u00a0 If she’s home from the hospital, I’ll help them both around the house.<\/p>\n
Sigh…welcome home!<\/p>\n
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