From March to July, life was a whirlwind. My 20 year old daughter, Noelle, was looking for an apartment near her school and we were purchasing and packing for her move. We were also taking care of her Grandmother, Pat, full-time pretty much. She required a lot of help and a lot of care at this point. We were running ragged. Noelle was taking classes online and in person. She was living ALONE in a dorm room due to some crazy stuff that happened first semester. When she was home, we worked trying to get her ready knowing we had a busy summer.
On March 30, Granny Pat (I called her Mom), fell 3 times. She had fallen before but not to this point. Her cousin happened to be there so he called me to come get her up because he wasn't able to. Long story short, after paramedics and everything else, I took her to the ER at Skyline Hospital which is about 2 minutes from where I live. While there, she fell in the bathroom and hit her head. They immediately took her back to the ER and we were there through the night. She was completely miserable from RLS and pain. They tried to sedate her as much as possible but it didn't work well. It was a struggle for her. They did a scan of her head and found a massive tumor. The options were to operate or leave it alone. The surgery did not guarantee a good outcome. She asked me what her Daddy thought she should do. Finally, we decided to go with hospice care. She passed on April 7, 2021 with Del (her son and my ex-husband), Noelle and me by her side.
It was a hard day. I am still in shock and still have bouts of crying and missing her. We began the overwhelming process of dealing with the house. It still isn't finished. We buried her ashes on May 8, 2021. It was a beautiful service and she would have LOVED it.
June and July were crazy busy. We went to Texas at the end of July for my nephew's wedding. We came home and ended up with Covid. Noelle and I were both sick but I got pneumonia and ended up in the hospital for 5 days with a return trip to the ER 6 days later.
Today is November 1 and I'm still recovering. At some time, I hope to have to strength to detail this battle, but I will say this for now. Covid must be fought in prayer. This is a demonic influence that must be SHUT DOWN through warfare against our common enemy.
That's all I can say for now. There's so much more, but I'm very tired. Be blessed.