Only about a week and a half after B's surgery, I had to leave town and he was on his own for all the household responsibilities, including 3 daily walks with our two dogs. He was in pretty good shape by then and was quite the trooper. He did a great job of taking care of himself and our "life" when I had to unexpectedly travel out of state for nearly two weeks.
I was getting ready for work one morning (actually I was getting ready
to drive about an hour away to attend a library conference) and I received a
phone call from my sister. She asked if
I’d seen the texts she’d sent me during the night and I said no, I must have
slept right through them. Turns out my
mom had gone to the hospital and had emergency surgery overnight!
My mother is diabetic and gotten a small
scratch on her finger a while back, but it had healed over and scabbed just
fine. One day, she noticed that her
finger was starting to feel achy, so she thought she’d better keep an eye on
it. The next morning it was starting to
look a little red, but as she does daycare in her home, she couldn’t really do
anything about it during the day but ice it during the children’s naptime. By the end of her work day, the redness had
spread all the way down her hand into her arm, so she knew she’d better go get
it checked out.
Long story short, after being turned away from two urgent care clinics, she was admitted to Mayo Clinic with a severe staff infection and had surgery that night to cut out the infection.
My mom spent a week in the hospital and had a
second surgery while she was there and a third one after she’d been home a week
or so. The entire time, her family took
turns driving her to the hospital for follow ups, administering antibiotic
infusions at home, cooking healthy meals for her, taking care of her house and yard,
and here’s the kicker… doing daycare for her.
In my next post I’ll talk about what that
experience like for a woman struggling with infertility.
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