Every time I sit down to write a bit, it seems, I am jumping up to take care of something else. After the weather went all kinds of crazy cold on us, threatening to bring winter ahead of fall, warmer temps arrived again today.
So I've been sneaking outside with the dog, trying to figure out how to preserve a little bit of the warmth and brightness of the sun to feast on in the darkest corners of winter.
My mom had a rough week last week. Nolan and I surprised her with a visit early in the week, and all seemed well. The week before we took her to the dentist to have a tooth pulled, but she seemed to be healing well and had no discomfort in her mouth. But then, a long series of events occurred, that ultimately led to a fall the other day. While physically she assured us she was fine, it was her raw emotions that stayed with me. That nagging voice kept at me, no matter the assurances she gave.
Friday night I called to tell mom, that Rick was home, and we were coming to visit. But she didn't answer. For hours upon hours, she didn't answer her phone.
By 10 pm, long after we would usually have heard from her, I was starting to rapidly grow concerned.
What if she had fallen again? What if she went for a walk outside and lost her bearings? What if….?
Rick, long exhausted from his 18 hour drive back from Idaho, was a trooper and got on the phone with Bethany Towers. Could they please locate her?
Our concern grew as they failed to establish her whereabouts. Where could she be? They kept saying, "oh she is probably down in the community room, or in the dining room, etc., we could have her call when she comes back?"
Our last call to the switchboard and Rick, firmly, but politely refused to get off the phone until they found her. As I dressed, getting ready to get in the car, he carefully explained our concern with her fall, and that her not answering her phone was not typical.
Finally, they dispatched several people to set off on a search for her.
Then the call came- she had been found!
She was in the room across from hers, gaining some emotional support from her friend. The two women had lost track of time.
Saturday we had a busy day with hockey, a birthday party, a bon fire with friends. But I called several times to talk with mom. Then mom tried calling us, and I answered as she hung up. When I dialed her back, the phone was busy for a long time. It was after we got home from the bonfire I called her again.
It was then that she told us she had been sent to the Emergency Room because of her fall, and when I didn't answer, her sister came and took her. She has some bruised ribs and pain. But, no fractures fortunately.
I have so many questions? Why two days later? Why not the day of her fall? What protocol for falls do I not know?
We've had such excellent care at Bethany. What just happened this past week?
Rick and I will be going in to talk with the director.
We went and spent a long time with her yesterday. Her spirits are lifting, but she remains cautious and worries about the course of events.
But first, I have Dr. Panwalkar this morning where we will discuss my PET scan results, then I will have chemo.
~All shall be well~