MIA

As I was posting my WW post a few minutes ago (and it's not so wordless!), it occurred to me for the umpteenth time in the past few days that I have not blogged in a while.

One week to be exact.

Last Thursday our world was turned upside down as my MIL, who had been in the hospital since Sunday, had a major change in her health status.

She went in with an inexpicable rash and such fatigue that she had fallen down and hit her head, to ending up with almost no pulse, and only being able to take about 4 breaths per minute on her own.

Needless to say, the days since have rushed by in a whirlwind - sometimes the minutes seeming to last forever, and other times everything moving so quickly it feels like a big blur.

I have thought about blogging as it is so therapeutic for me.

I have many scattered thoughts in my brain.

When I'm driving, I have bursts of ideas of what I am going to write about.

I have an amazing memory (scary, actually), yet somehow by the time I get to my computer, I remember nothing.

I suppose this is completely normal.

Trying to manage being there at the hospital, being here at home, keeping life as stable as possible for my precious daughter, it is hard.

But, it is life. It's the life I signed up for when I married my husband, and I wouldn't do things any other way.

Sadly, test upon test does not seem to give us answers as to what actually caused all of this. As I said, my MIL is a very unhealthy woman. She has many things already against her, but she also has many things going for her.

So, given her stable status over the last few days, we remain cautiously optimistic that she will bounce back from this soon.

She is only 75 years old, which in this day and age is young.

But she is old.

The last 10 years of her life have been filled with surgeries, a heart attack, and being fairly bed-ridden.

Sadly, she is a glass half-empty kind of person, and has not done much to help herself get better.

I hope that with the help of her family, she'll be able to see that there is so much left to live for, and that we're all here to help her in any way we can.

But, she needs to accept that help, and also do the work she needs to put in.

I pray that soon we'll hear the news that she's being transferred to a regular medical floor.

And then I pray we can get through to her and make her see how much life is worth living instead of giving up, as I fear she's already done.

She is far too young to spend the rest of her life in bed, accepting things without fighting to regain at least some of the life she still has left in her.