This has been a hell of a week. Last weekend, Grandma (my mom’s mother) wound up in the hospital with chest pains. They gave her some medicine and sent her home, only to have her back in the emergency room a the next day about a hair’s breadth from a heart attack. Despite her strong desire to avoid surgery, there was no way the doctors could release her in the condition she was in, so she underwent a triple bypass on Tuesday.
The thing that scared me the most about the whole situation was that it was enough to get my flying-phobic mother on an airplane so she could be there with Grandma and my aunts and uncles. My mom despises flying and avoids it as much as she possible can. Funny that she has a volunteer SAR aircrew daughter and a Naval Aviator son-in-law, huh? It wasn’t until Mom told me that she was buying a plane ticket to get to Texas as quickly as possible that the situation and its implications began to sink in for me.
The good (excellent, wonderful, delightful) news is that Grandma came through the surgery very well and is on the road to a smooth recovery. I got the news that the surgery was a success in the middle of a dinner out with the other squadron wives. Relief!
That was Tuesday. Bright and early Wednesday morning, my dad got into town for a long-awaited visit, after which the kitties and I were to accompany him back up to DC for a family visit. We had a fun day that included a trip to the farmer’s market, a sushi lunch, doing some yardwork, and grilling a delicious dinner. Yesterday was great, except for the call we got from my uncle that recent test results had determined that my grandfather (Dad’s father) has a tumor in his colon. Surgery was scheduled for next Wednesday. I felt like I’d been sucker-punched.
We decided pretty much immediately that with everything going on, it would be a lousy time for me to come up and visit, but Dad was going to stay as planned with me ’til Saturday. Then this morning we got a frantic call from my aunt, saying that my grandfather was in the hospital with severe nausea and dehydration. My dad left immediately thereafter to get back home and be there for his mom and dad.
So, I’m alone here with the kitties and feeling more than a little off-balance. My emotions are being yanked in all different directions: north to my grandfather, southwest to my grandmother, and a long way east to my husband, whose deployment cannot end soon enough. I’m drained.
I apologize for the less-than-cheerful tone of this post. I really am trying to focus on the positives, like how well my grandmother in Texas is recovering. I just dread having to find a way to handle another roller-coaster week like this one.