Meanwhile, here is the ongoing saga with my mother. She was hospitalized a week ago with pneumonia. While she was there, they found blood in her stool. So she'll have to have a colonostomy soon. She went home Saturday, but yesterday morning was taken back in to the emergency room with chest pains. She was admitted to the ICU, where she apparently had a bad night with an up-and-down heart rate. They want to run tests to see if she's had a heart attack or something else.
And I sit here 6,000 miles away, feeling helpless and guilty that my stepfather's daughter is having to look after my mother. While my mother was in the hospital, my stepfather had three falls, including one in the shower. He said he felt an explosion in his head.
This is not something I ever thought about when I moved to this country.