Dear Ones, let me tell you...it's amazing how fast plans and life can change is just a few seconds. Most of you know I'm the pianist at my church. Well, I leave on Sundays at 8:45am to practice with our Praise Team. Mother is living with us after the storm and she goes to church early with me. We were all ready to go and she turned to go get her purse, I turned to get my car keys and Mr. Precious screamed out! I turned around and Mother was on the floor crying out in pain!
Since the hurricane our hospital beds are only for mothers having babies. So urgent care is what we have and very limited at that. We take her, she's x-rayed and her arm is broken above her elbow and they tell us she probably needs surgery. She needs an orthopedic doctor and Galveston has none at this time. So the ER doctor calls all the hospitals - "Can you take an elderly 85 year old female with a broken arm?" Blah blah blah. Long story short - we finally find a place for her at Houston's Methodist.
They transport Mother in an ambulance andMr. Precious and I follow. We take the x-ray on a CD and they look at it, give her some pain meds and tell her to make an appointment in a few days with the doctor they've recommended and send her home! They said the way her arm broke, it should heal on it's own - hopefully~
I am so thankful she didn't have to have surgery. That would be very hard with her age. But Dear Ones, I'm asking for prayer...she is in such pain. They did put her arm in a sling and that helped to keep it from moving around. But she is so allergic to so many pain meds that it's difficult to give her the ones that would help the most. Please pray she will heal correctly and the meds will work.
I feel so badly for her! I feel responsible! She caught the toe of her shoe under an area rug and that's what made her fall. I was just thinking a couple of days ago that I should take them up, but I didn't do it and now she's hurt!
Here she was at Christmas dinner telling one of her stories to some of our friends feeling good and not broken.
After cooking and spiffing up the house for two days, I was exhausted and Mother was so glad to help clean up the kitchen while I rested.
I believe in the power of prayer and I know I can count on my Dear Ones to be praying for my Mother. Her name is Lucille. I probably won't be blogging much in the next few days, but I'll try to keep you updated on her.
Be a bunch of sweeties,