Isn’t that just like a blogger – announce their return, only to fall off the face of the earth again? Had I not just pronounced myself free of the blogger title, I might beat myself up a little more for my failure to update as consistently as I’d hoped.
I’ve heard it said, in my writing circles, that sometimes we write, other times we live those things which we will later write about. Over the past week, I’ve been living life. I’ve been hit with both the highs and the lows.
I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to record some thoughts over the past week or so – doing each item justice. Because I’m not trying to be intentionally vague, I thought bullet points would be the best way to present the items.
- Papaw’s brain injury
- Foothills Voices writing project
- Stanley Cup Playoffs – Round 1, Game 2 – Colorado Avalanche at Nashville Predators
- 100 Days project
- Bulk cooking with my sister and niece
While not my story to tell, I do want to share just a bit about my grandfather’s recent hospital stay. Over the course of a couple weeks, his mobility had declined significantly. Too many unknowns had us fearing the worst, to the point that I actually was relieved when the initial ER diagnosis was “possible stroke.”
Papaw, my mom, and me at Easter
The short version of the story (and actual diagnosis) involved a week in the hospital and treatment for a brain bleed. At the moment, surgery is off the table, and our prayer is that he will continue to improve with medication.
My grandmother has repeatedly said she didn’t know what they would have done without so much family to look out for them and to shower them with love. Of course we think we are the fortunate ones, to be part of their continued love story.
I talked the family into allowing me to stay in the hospital overnight one night, but Mamaw insisted on being the one to stay most evenings. When I am worried or scared, I like being give a task to do. Whether its survival mode or an attempt at a sense of control in a crazy world, I was thankful to be able to contribute.
He’s still got a long road ahead of him – including physical therapy to work toward regaining his mobility. We would appreciate any prayers you could offer for his continued healing, for my Mamaw and the rest of the family helping to care for him, and his doctors and therapist as they work to get him back to his active lifestyle.