I had another scare this week, my mum had a minor heart attack on Monday, her second one this year. I have been on a adrenalin high since then - booked my flight, flew back, my days were made of hospital benches, the cardiac care unit, hand-wringings, spitting at incompetent doctors (behind their backs), grateful thanks to kind nurses, and silent prayers of hope and thanks. I felt so hopeless, I felt so small, I never cried, because I am done crying. Mum is much better now, her colour had returned, although her blood pressure still hovers around 110/60 - 110/75. Please continue to pray for her.
And I thank God again for giving me another chance to still have my mum around.
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