This one was a bit of a doozy. Mike’s mom landed in the hospital in Indiana on Friday, and things went from bad to better to far, far worse, and now, with treatment and a diagnosis, she is improving and we are planning our next steps.
It was a roller coaster ride. We’re not in a position to just jump on a plane, as much as we would have liked to do just that, so we held our breath and waited for details, which never come as quickly as you wish they would, particularly when you’re so far away.
And we sought comfort in routine. We did our usual Saturday food safari. We talked with friends and family. We cleared out the remains of last year’s garden, the layers of fallen leaves that blanketed the patio, and made way for new plantings.
I worried as much about my husband’s well-being as I did about my mother-in-law’s condition. So I did the one thing that I could do for him that made me feel a little less powerless.
I fed him.
(As always, click the photos for more details.)