The past two weeks have really been a test for me! I was ill with an upper respiratory infection and required antibiotics. After three days of suffering, I was starting to feel better and wouldn't you know it...my grandma lost her balance and took a hard fall. Seven paramedics, one policeman, a backboard, and a long trip to the emergency room later.....she had broken her hip. Surgery followed the next day with a four day stay in the ICU post-op. She had a rough few days with hallucinations and breathing difficulties.
As soon as she started doing better, on Sunday, I took a few hours off to attend a church service. During the service I stood up and threw out my back! Monday resulted in another doctor visit with pain killers, muscle relaxants, and steroid prescriptions in my pocket. Three more days flat on my back with the heating pad and medication and worrying about my grandma in the hospital. Yesterday she was moved to a rehab facility (with my mom overseeing everything the past few days..THANK YOU MOM) where she will stay until she is stronger. The goal is to have her return to my house to live.
What a rough two weeks! Is this a test from God? I am still processing all that has happened, but have come to the conclusion that everything happens for a reason. If my grandma had to fall, I am thankful it was at my house and not my parents. I went into nurse mode checking her over and I think my parents would have had a hard time had she been at their house.
I'm thankful that we were home when she fell and were able to get her medical attention as soon as it happened. She often stayed by herself for hours at a time and that would have been awful if she would have laid there without being able to get help.
I'm thankful there are others that were able to help with her while I was ill and couldn't. All of my aunts and uncles, parents, sister, brother-in-law, and husband pitched in so that she had someone with her at the hospital. We have a huge family and everyone was willing to help. This incident even brought my estranged aunt to the hospital to help sit with my grandma. I hadn't seen her in almost three years and it was good to see her. I wish more of the family would have been there to see her....maybe someday.
So even though it has been a rough two weeks, I am looking for the good in the situation. I am trying to be a glass half-full kind of person.
I am grateful for my health (yes, I'm feeling better), and I am grateful for my family. Thank you, God, for both of these things....
