Mom

August 26th, the day I got out to Connecticut, I got a phone call telling me Mom was in the hospital.  Dad always works at the Bishop's Storehouse on Mondays and since Mom always slept in a chair in the living room, he didn't worry about waking her when he left. 

However, when he got back and she still wasn't awake, he tried to wake her, but couldn't.  He called my sister Patti.  She was unable to wake her as well, so they called 911.  When the paramedics came, they found her blood pressure to be around 70/30 and her oxygen around 54.

When I heard that, I really thought "This is it.  She's going to die."  I really thought I would cutting my trip to Connecticut short to fly out for her funeral.

At first the doctors thought she had had a heart attack in the night, but as time went on, it was believed she might have mistakenly over-medicated herself.  They also found elemental nutrients very low, like potassium, magnesium etc.

Michael and I called every day to see how things were progressing.  At first she was in intensive care, but miraculously, the doctors were able to pull her back, and in a few days, I was amazed that she was talking to me again and, in fact, sounded really good.

After she was moved to a room away from the ICU, she got some physical therapy and started walking.  Later, she was moved to a hospital in Blackfoot that dealt with patients who needed physical therapy.  She was there for two weeks and is now home.  She has been walking every day and is getting physical therapy three times a week.

Last Saturday, my parents celebrated their 80th birthdays with a party my siblings gave them.  I was not able to go, but I understand they had a very good time and many, many people came to wish them well, including their old gang from Hillview Village (Ammon).

I'm grateful to the doctors and nurses who helped my mom recuperate from a life-threatening situation.  Every day my parents are here is a gift.  I love them very much!