We had a really nice, productive weekend, and I thought we were going to uneventfully slide into the new week. I was wrong.
Around 9 pm last night, I got a call from my sister, Jan, to tell me that she'd been at the hospital most of the day with my mother and stepsister, as our stepdad (and Sherri's dad) was taken by ambulance earlier in the day. They were supposed to host a birthday party for one of our nephews yesterday, and instead spent the day undergoing tests, getting a blood transfusion, and scheduling more tests for today.
Jan had already dropped Mum at home, aired their dogs, and was on her way home when she called to update me. By the time we finished our conversation, it was late, I was spent, and I went straight to bed.
Today will be a day of uncertainty and prayer as we wait to find out his prognosis. My stepdad is 92 years old, so any trip to the hospital at this point is a bit nerve wracking. I'll be staying out of the way as we await word on what happens next. My understanding is that he'll be discharged from the local hospital today and possibly sent home. His doctor is in Milwaukee, but travels to a hospital closer to them, so I'm certain they'll be making calls to set up appointments and move forward from there.
I'm going to work on my fencing for my bluebirds. It's a great way to occupy my mind as we wait for news. In the meantime, hug your loved ones and keep them close.
🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
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