As many of you know there is a lady who is like a babysitter/second mom to me growing up.  Last Thursday she went into the hospital and she is very ill.  She is holding her own, but it is a day to day struggle.  At first I didn’t want to go see her.  After all it is very hard watching those people who have been your strength at their most vunerable times.  When my own parents are in the hospital I’m there.  No doubt, no question, but that is where I’m supposed to be.  With my other mother she has children of her own and a daughter that fills the role in the hospital that I fill with my own parents so it seems kind of weird.  I went to see her yesterday and it was kind of hard.  But I had to see her for myself just to know what is going on.  Her color is good and they are keeping her knocked out , but in the light sleep.  You can tell she’s fighting and I expected nothing less from her.  When I called last she is still out and holding her own.  I’m not planning on going back up to the hopital today, but I will tomorrow.  That feels like the right thing to do.
I was talking with my husband and that’s when I realized that I have never been to the hospital when a member of my “other family” has been in for something serious.  Not that I didn’t want to, but I was away at school, had the flu or some other illness that made it impossible for me to go.  So I never had to be there to see how this family handles such things.  So right now we are waiting for her to “turn the corner” that is what the doctors says.  Me, I know she is one strong old bat after all she helped raise me.