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Now, something much more sobering . . .
I blinked . . . and in that tiny amount of time, things tilted sideways for my family. A summer Friday afternoon, just over a week ago, sunny and perfect outside. But when my husband's cell phone rang, the news over the line brought deep, dark clouds. And then a storm blew through. And now we're caught in the doldrums of waiting.
My dearly-loved, young (age 67), and healthy mother-in-law suffered a Grade 4 rupture of a brain aneurysm. She endured an eight-hour surgery to drain her brain and clip the aneurysm. And then came the critical hours after the surgery. And days and days of doctors and nurses observing for something called vasospasms (small blockages that could cause strokes). Blood pressure too high. Blood pressure too low. Intercranial pressure too high. And on and on and on . . .
Throughout the ten days since her ruptured aneurysm, my mother-in-law has not "woken up." She may have brain damage. But we don't know how much. She may have areas of paralysis. But we don't know to what extent. She may still die.
My family hurts. But we serve a giant and loving God who carries us when we can't move on our own, celebrates with us when great things happen, and never told us life would be perfect, easy or fair. And we serve Him when things go well, and we serve Him when things tilt sideways.
It will be some time before I blog again. Our family figures out one day at a time--sometimes one hour at a time. We've set up a CaringBridge site for my mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law and I are journaling there in order to keep family and friends up to date.
In the meantime, much love to each of you,