No one ever said life was going to be easy. My mother has had a rough few days. When she arrived at the hospital she was in terrible pain. Her femur (the bone from knee to hip) was broken badly. They gave her morphine, but when they had to move her leg to take x-rays and put it in a splint, she let out some blood curdling screams.
Her anemia was so bad they had to give her three transfusions and admit her to the hospital to stabilize her condition. Last night they put her leg in traction. Sometime either today or tomorrow they will decide whether or not they're going to operate to put in a plate. Thank God for my mother's aide, Janis, who met me at the hospital Friday afternoon. And my friend Mia generously offered to go with me today.
The hospital, Miamonides, which is in Brooklyn, is quite good and all the doctors and nurses have been fantastic.
Did I mention the word grateful?