My mom and stepdad have two lovely cacti hanging on their back deck. Early Monday morning mom decided they needed to be watered. She couldn't quite reach them, so she pulled over one
of those white plastic chairs she has and climbed up onto it. The chair tipped over. I don't know how long she had been there before my stepdad found her. My mom is 75 and she broke her hip. The doctors did a partial hip replacement surgery on her Monday afternoon. When I left her in the hospital Monday night she still was feeling the effects of the anesthesia. It was a long day for everyone. Most especially my mom.
Now, I am sitting up at 3:52 a.m. unable to sleep. My mind is filled to overflowing with questions. What does this mean to her? Will she recover? What will her life be like? What will my life be like? I guess these next few days will tell a lot. They said they will be getting her out
of bed today to walk. Walk mom...so I can stop holding my breath.