Instead, the day before, she went to see her doctor at Mass General who promptly admitted her. My reaction to this is not to cry or scream or freak, rather, I felt overwhelmed with exhaustion and literally wanted to curl up in a ball and go to sleep on the floor of my office. Ditto next day, Thanksgiving, 10:30 AM when 1. I hear how scared she is, 2. CAT scan showed fluid around lung and heart and a problem with her liver. This time I freaked. Called hubby on golf course. I thought.
Hubby is Jr.
I called Sr. By mistake.
Who I later found out thought his oldest son had been in some horrible accident. Smart man, handed phone to wife, my glorious mother in law. She is not just an R.N. The woman runs hospital E.R.s. Rides in choppers. Medical and managerial badass. Talked me off ledge. Didn’t even bother hubby on golf course. Set about to chopping. Very therapeutic. Before that, I went through over my entire iTunes library and every some I clicked on every song that made me smile AND made me feel good, like I wanted to dance. If I could. Even though I can’t. (Listening now, loooove it).
Played music, made Mom’s dressing with my tweaks, and her sauerkraut, also tweaked for hubby. I eat the former, but not the latter.
Yup, that’s the Thanksgiving story. Finally spoke with Mom and her attending physician (so very Grey’s), who explained how they were ruling out all sorts of things (bad things, this is where I started rooting hard for infection, any infection, bacterial or viral; I’ll take it over lupus or rheumatism).