I got home from my trip about dinner time last night. One of my sisters picked me up from the airport and we both went to the hospital where my mom has been since Wednesday. She has felt bad, then good, then bad for the past week or so. I was in constant communication with my sister who was staying with my parents while I was away. It was good to see my mom, dad, and sister in person. It was immediately evident that my mom was struggling and weak. But she was getting in and out of the bed and eating a little bit so I was somewhat encouraged. Her sodium level had dropped drastically, so it threw everything off. This had happened a couple of times in the past few weeks, so the medical people were running several tests to determine the cause.  Later that night, my sister, dad and I made our way home. It was good to sleep in my own bed, even though I was very confused as to what time zone I was in. This morning my sister and I went to the hospital early to see if we could meet with the doctor. Unfortunately, we were not there early enough, as she saw my mom at 5:30 in the morning. Crazy. In any case, we stopped and talked with the nurse who went right to the notes and explained an awful lot. The majority of the tests came out fine, though she does have some heart issues. They are introducing a new medication to help with the fluid and sodium balance. We were grateful for her time and explanation. My mom was feeling better today and we all hope this medication will have a positive effect. As I thought about my time away, I was first of all extremely grateful for my sister who stayed with my parents while I was gone. The timing of my mom’s problems were such that I was actually able to spend the time away and mostly enjoy it, even though I was still concerned about her. My sister tagged me back in this afternoon as she made her way home. I am sure she will get some good sleep tonight.

I Found God today in a patient, caring sister who took care of my parents while I enjoyed a break.