George’s mom lives in Mooresville, IN, about 20 minutes from Indianapolis. She will be 94 in September. She has been living on her own in an apartment, although she gets a significant amount of help from her 84 year old sister. (What a pair they are. J) Even at their age they sometimes bicker like kids.
We got a call that she was taken by ambulance to the hospital and has been put on a ventilator. One of the blessings of being retired and living in an RV is that plans can be easy to change—without much effort. So we scraped our plans to go through Iowa and rushed to Indiana instead.
When we got to the hospital, she was still unconscious, but they are planning to bring her off the vent in the next 24 to 48 hours. They have determined she didn’t have a heart attack. The only thing the doctors know for sure is that her heart rate slowed down to below 50 beats per minutes—which is barely enough to support her life.
We are not making any plans, except that we are where we need to be. As I often think about our traveling life, I find myself being more grateful for the people we are able to visit. I am reminded of how blessed we are to be able to come to Indiana and be here for longer because we have that flexibility.
