Hi ya'll! (If there are any "ya'll" left after such an extended absence!)
Sorry for the radio silence, but this is one of those Lents that it hasn't been necessary for me to actually give up something in order to get a little mortification going. Things both large and small are conspiring to keep me in touch with the Lord at all times.
As Smock alluded to in an earlier post, my sweet mama fell and broke her hip on Feb 20. She called us on that Monday night, after spending an hour crawling to the phone. We rushed over, assessed the situation, and called 911. My mother suffers from Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD)--has less than 27% of normal lung function and is on oxygen 24/7. Doing surgery is always problematical--because of the anesthesia. Fortunately, surgery was possible with an epidural and light general anesthesia. It took her far longer to recover and move to rehab, but she is there now--and will be until about the 22nd of this month. It's gonna be a long haul, and my mama is not the most patient of women (and I am?). Bless us all and help us get this done.
The same day my mother fell, I took an elderly friend that we help watch over to the doctor--a regular checkup with the pulmonologist because she also has COPD. Unfortunately, there was a new spot on her lung. So she's had to have a CAT scan, a visit with the doctor after that (fortunately her son came in from overseas for part of this), and a needle biopsy yesterday. It doesn't look good, and I don't know what will happen if she decides to have chemo or radiation. I don't see how our church group that helps her can gear up for care like that--and her son and his wife will be back in the Ukraine until the middle of July. I'm just "jumping off one bridge at a time" as a sweet friend of mine always said.
Topping that off have been other trials. My dad was sick--sick enough that he couldn't be at the hospital for several days (and if you knew him you would know how sick that was!) during the first of my mom's hospitalization.
McKid has been throwing up for the past three days. Oh, throwing up and getting hives. And running a temp. And being justifiably crabby. Sigh.
PapaC is also sick--and even went to the doctor. I'll leave you wives to marvel at how bad he must have felt to take his Y chromosome self the the doc-in-the-box.
One of my dearest friends is in distress--they want to test her darling grandbaby for austistic spectrum disorder. She is crushed.
Zteen's good friend was admitted to the psych hospital for depression. She's out now, and doing much better. But it was a worry.
KidC, a little boy I watch in the afternoon and a real problem child, has dumped himself into even deeper trouble with stuff he has done around our house. I am troubled that nothing seems to work for this kiddo--and it doesn't seem like the new program he is in is actually turning around his behavior. We may no longer be able to help, and it breaks my heart.
The list goes on, with things larger and smaller.
But it's like Smock said: Yeah, it's one of those Lents.
Boy, is it.