My mom and I have often remarked that Memorial Day is a terrible weekend for our family, most years. Something awful always seems to happen around this time every year.
Dad was diagnosed with cancer in 1996. My grandfather died in 1972. Last year, right before Memorial Day, I had to have emergency pacemaker surgery. These are just a few examples.
I thought this year we might have escaped the curse, but alas, not so.
Three days ago I got up to let Lola out and when I went downstairs I heard my mom was screaming HELP. I ran into her room and she was lying in the floor in the bathroom. She had been there for hours. Mike was spending the night at a friend's house. Lola had not barked. Mom had pitched into the bathroom door and then fallen.
I called an ambulance and they got her off the floor and checked her. Nothing was broken. She was horribly bruised, though.
The past few days have been an ordeal. She can barely walk. She has to be helped with everything. I'll leave it at that, but you get the idea.
She is getting stronger each day, but at age 82, it won't be a speedy recovery.
I feel like I am operating on autopilot. I have to keep reminding myself what day it is.
My brother is supposed to come in tomorrow, and that will be helpful. Michael felt awful that he wasn't here the night she fell, and his cell was dead the next day and he was gone all day. By the time he got home I was wiped out. We have had nurses coming in at night, which is a huge blessing. I have wonderful neighbors too, and they have been great.
Keep us in your prayers and have a safe and fun holiday weekend.