I’ve feared this day for years. The day where everything changes. My mum has been struggling with her health for some time and today she fell by her bed and broke the neck of her femur in the HOSPITAL. Bloody hell. It’s a dangerous place. Yesterday she was fine, I talked to her on the phone and she had tidied up the house before she was going in for a routine check-up. Today she’s in intensive care, because on top of everything she acquired a high fever and her blood pressure is really low. They are working on her, giving her antibiotics and intravenous liquid so that she hopefully can go through surgery tomorrow and for that she has to be infection free. Shit. It’s been a while since I was this scared. It’s as if someone tore a piece of my heart out. I don’t want to loose my mum. I love her so much and she is not ready to go. My mum is though, but she also likes to make out that she is stronger than she really is. It’s going to be a nerve wrecking time until she is out of surgery. I’m not sure what to do. I feel kind of helpless. In situations like this it sucks to live in a different country than your family.
Update: Mum went through surgery on Friday and it went really well. What a relief! She is still breathing through an oxygen mask, but hopefully her lung capacity will get better when her other systems are recovering. I’m just really happy. I hope I can get to talk to her today.