My sister called me late last night with not-so-great news: my Mom was hospitalized yesterday.
Apparently she had a pap smear last week and since has been bleeding, not heavily but constantly, and yesterday her OBGYN decided to admit her to both keep her under observation and do a couple of tests. She’s had a sonogram done already (results in by Friday) and she’ll have some other procedure done tomorrow Friday to get a better sample and idea of what’s going on.
I’m trying to remain positive and think good thoughts. I spoke with her this morning and she does sound fine, which eased me a bit, but I can’t help be wary at the back of my mind. I can’t help but have weird flashbacks to 1993 when I got a call not so different to this one telling me my Dad had been hospitalized after a routine check-up, and he ended up dying 5 days later. My gut instinct back then was to fly to Miami, but I was 19, and had not yet learned to listen to that inner voice all the time. The voice hasn’t spoken now yet, but I already know which credit card I will use if I hear even a peep from it.
She was also supposed to fly to Orlando on Monday, to spend a month over with my sister and me, so we’ll see what happens with that.