And then the call from The Mother Unit..
"I'm in the hospital..."
I had few words. Just worry. I knew I would most likely be unable to afford going back early as I intentionally booked my flight home on the cheapest travel day of the year... Sept. 11th.
I was right. Getting back immediately was not going to be anywhere near economically feasible. But while I wait for more info besides the fact that she is getting yet another blood transfusion ) and no, she didn't have another heart attack) they will be running more tests and I will sit here a few thousand miles away and worry some more. When you are a family of two, it's just what you do.
The airlines reassured me that I could always pony up for the "slightly more expensive refundable fare" in the future.. but they are usually almost double.
Yeah... that'll happen.
So, here I sit hoping she is ok. Knowing she is in a safe place but anxious I am not there to help. Pretty powerless. But I am filled with love and compassion and it's all directed at her.
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Hang in there, best wishes for your mom.
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