About 2 weeks ago we went to dinner with my mom and grandma to celebrate their birthdays, which are a week apart.
Today, after a trip to the ER on the 9th an admission on the 10th & a diagnosis of blood cancer on the 11th-she is on a breathing machine in ICU fighting sepsis multi organ failure. Things have gone down a slippery slope. Fast. They didn't give us a lot of hope today which evoked a whole lot of sick reality.
26 years ago in March my mom was 35 just like I am. With a 9 year old and a 5 year old just like I have. And her dad died. Papaw Frank. As the 9 year old, I remember it vividly. I'm not sure what my sister remembers. My other sister wasn't even here yet. That can't happen. She cannot miss the next 26 years.
I'm just sick over my mom beging sick- I'm sick for me and my dad and my sisters and my grandma. But mainly I'm sick, physically sick for my kids & my nephew who love their GiGI.
I know all of you are praying hard. But you have to pray harder. She has to get better.