Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I have to say that I am very grateful that these two are both home and on the mend. Rod had a terrible gall bladder attack earlier this month and wound up in the hospital with pancreatitis. He spent a couple of days in the hospital getting that under control, followed by surgery to remove his gall bladder and was discharged the following day. Shortly after his follow-up appointment with his surgeon, my mother developed pneumonia and she wound up spending a couple of days in the hospital. They are now both resting, more or less comfortably, at home.
Two ER visits, two paramedic transports and two hospital stays in two weeks. Let's hope that the belief that bad things occur in threes is just that--nothing but a superstition. My birthday falls on Friday the 13th, but I certainly don't plan to go into hiding. Life happens, whether in threes or more.
This Thanksgiving I am very thankful for the amazing team of medical professional we encountered during the past two weeks. From the EMTs and ER nurses to the surgical teams and nursing staff to the support staff, each and every one was professional, knowledgeable and very compassionate in their care of two of my favorite people.