As a kid, I remember my grandma always being healthy. She’s a strong woman who has literally never been sick. Even if she gets the cold, it’s a day later and she’s as perfect as ever. So last week, when I got a phone call that my grandma was rushed to the hospital, I was worried, but optimistic. Her blood pressure dropped very low and she started to feel very sick. The doctors told her they will release her the next afternoon. We were all waiting for her healthy return.
That next afternoon came and went and she still remained in the hospital. They said her blood was too thick. They thinned it out, and she was fine, ready to be released when . . .
Yet, another problem. Now, they found a problem with her central nervous system. Now the doctors don’t have false release dates, they no longer fill her head with false hopes.
My grandma is 75 years old, and I never took the time to realize just how fast time went. It feels like yesterday that she was still fifty, then sixty. Wow, already seventy-five. I’m still optimistic that she’ll be okay, but I’m scared, too. Sorry if I’ve been a little MIA on my own blog and on all of yours. Hope you understand.
~*~ Update! ~*~
Woo Hoo! My grandma was released from the hospital earlier this morning. Woo Hoo! She’s feeling so much better and she’s back to her normal self.