Yesterday afternoon I received a call that my grandmother, who is almost 95 had fallen and was at the ER. Thankfully I could go be with her.
She broke her pelvis in two places. Ladies, this is so sad. My dear, dear Nana has always been one of my biggest cheerleaders, and now, quite honestly, she is ready to die. I can totally understand this. As much as I would selfishly like to have her always around to cheer me on, I will be happy for her when she is released from her earthly frame.
It meant so much to me to be able to sit with her and hold her hand all afternoon and evening. I was able to go up to the room she was admitted to and help get her settled there.
Some medical professionals were fabulous with my Nana (she is almost totally deaf and blind), some, quite frankly, weren't. I counted it a privilege to be my Nana's advocate, telling her the things that so many wouldn't take the time or energy to communicate with her.
I spent the day with Nana today as well, explaining to her what the doctors and nurses were saying, praying, and mostly just hand-holding.
My parents, who were out of town are now back. Nana has been transported back to the nursing home where she lives.
Please pray for my dear Nana, for Don, her husband of 26 years, and for our family.
Please forgive my choppy, convoluted post... I'm coveting your prayers.
Thankful that our times are in His hands,