Good News/Bad News

Last week mom fell & broke her arm. Bad news is, she broke a bone (which may or may not heal very well considering everything else) & worse, she broke the arm that was messed up from the stroke. They gave her 3 units of blood & lots of IV saline. She's malnourished & dehydrated, understandable since she can barely eat anything. Good news is, the orthopedist told them her break is the best kind to have. It's way up on the arm near the shoulder & apparently it doesn't have to be strapped down. I swear, it seems like it's always "good news/bad news" with her. Broken bones are not good with her, but it could've been much worse. It could've been her good arm, it could've been a worse break, she could've fallen when dad was at work. There's always a silver lining, even if it's a little tarnished.

Another piece of good news from this latest crisis: darling brothers are acting more normal, or whatever passes for normal in this family. I'm trying to keep them updated, because dad's got all he can handle trying to deal with mom. & then they get huffy that dad didn't call them personally. But, they seem to be trying to make an effort. They all were distant from their dad when he died, & still regret the lost years. Hopefully they'll keep that in mind & try to make things right before it happens again.