Some censuring Readers will scornfully say, why hath this Lady writ her own life? Since none cares to know whose daughter she was or whose wife she is, or how she was bred, or what fortunes she had, or how she lived, or what humor or disposition she was of? I answer that is true, that 'tis to no purpose to the Readers, but it is to the Authoress, because I write it for my own sake, not theirs. ~Margaret Cavendish in 1655

Thursday, June 14, 2007

say a little prayer

Yesterday was bad exciting.... Grandma F fell and broke her wrist. Dad took her to St. Rita's and they determined that she broke it in two places, put a temporary cast on and sent her home with the good drugs. So, Grandma and Dad are visiting St. Rita's again and Dr. VanAtta is putting on the real cast. They have to get Visiting Nurses in again (putting on pants single-handed is not easy, especially not for shaky ladies) and getting things set up for Grandma to stay at home with minimal interference.

I just got an update from Dad: No surgery this week, but they will re-evaluate her next Wed and see it it's needed. Come to find out that she crushed bones and it is not a clean break. Not good.

So, say a little prayer for Grandma. It sounds like she needs it.

1 comment:

Megs said...

I'll be sending some good vibes to my fave fiesty lady-- and especially your dad.
hang in there.