Turning Point

Yesterday afternoon I got the call that no one wants to get.

One of my grandmother's good friends had been worried about her. She wasn't able to get in contact with her so she went to grandma's house and found her in need of medical attention. They called an ambulance and grandma was on her way to the hospital. My folks raced out of town and were on their way to be with her. We were told to sit tight and they would call just as soon as they got there. Dad must have made good time. It was rush hour and they still made it there in 45 minutes. Then add on another 45 minutes for us if we were to go.

After a few tests/scans they decided that it was more than the small town hospital was up to dealing with. They opted to transfer her to Lincoln. I have to believe my mom had a little something to do with the transfer... given that she has been a nurse in that Lincoln hospital for (I'd guess) 35+ years.

Again we were told to wait. Thankfully grandma had finally recognized my parents when they were reunited in Lincoln. But with the transfer, the small space in the emergency room, and all the tests they were trying to do, it was best for everyone for us to hang tight.

So now we wait while they try to put the piece of the puzzle together. The ultimate question... what happened first.

Grandma will turn 83 this coming May.