I just talked to my sister, Mom is being kept at least another night, she is ill again. They are running quite a few tests, her gal bladder, kidneys, etc. to see where there may be a problem. Please continue to keep her in your prayers. Mom is 81. We pray they find what is wrong and that she bounce back soon. Blessings to all, Laurie
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Thank God for Life Line. We signed my mother up for this when my sister moved, in case of emergency. Yesterday morning she used it. She became ill during the night with the stomach virus that is going around, and by 6 in the morning she was so ill. My sister was called and found her unable to move, in her chair. She was taken by ambulance to the hospital where they found her severely dehydrated and quite sick and very weak. All day yesterday they pumped her full of fluids. Mom will be there for a couple days, while they run some tests and let her regain some strength. Please keep her in your prayers. And if you know a senior who lives alone, please check on them. What a scary thing to go through. One of us girls visit Mom every day, and if we had known what was going to happen, well we didn't and are so grateful she pushed that button.
As I sit here at 2 in the morning with my cat on my shoulder, (his look-out post whenever I'm on the computer, I can't help but wonder what attracts some of us to creatures like this, and others to turn their heads in disgust. What makes him so beautiful to me, and so repulsive to others? I adopted Andy from the humane society because I felt so sorry for him. Part Sphinx, he was picked on by people coming in to look at the kittens, laughed at and ridiculed. He just sat in the cage, only 8 weeks old at the time, and you could see the sadness in his eyes. No one wanted to hold him or pet him. Why didn't anyone want him? What was so repulsive that couldn't be looked at as unique and beautiful? I had to take him home. Andy is one of my greatest joys. I wouldn't trade him for anything. He is the most affectionate creature, loving, more like a dog than a cat, he has to be with me all the time. He sleeps under my covers curled up by my chest, even follows me into the bathroom, and loves to play with the dogs. Andy is the ideal cat. He can perch on my shoulder anytime he wants. It wouldn't seem right if he didn't.