Sometimes this is just a good way to pass news

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For those of you who keep up with my/our life through this blog:
Eric's mom is currently in the hospital. In typical Annie fashion, she had been falling down and such for 3 days but kept it to herself. She had also been unable to keep any food down and was bringing up blood. She thought she had the flu. Well, on Thursday she fell in the back room (probably after letting the dogs in or out) and couldn't get up. It took her a while to get Sam up to come help, as he was sleeping (and we all know he can sleep!), and they are not really sure how long it took for him to hear her. Sam couldn't get her up either and called Kelly (Scott's girl) to come over and help. Kelly and Sam together couldn't get her up and so they FINALLY called the paramedics. She was taken to a local hospital and lets just say, we're not happy with the care she got there AT ALL. At first they were not worried, had her scaled as a 9 (1 being worst I think). A specialist, who actually knows something about all the meds she takes for her liver transplant and current cancer battle, finally spurred them to action and she was admitted to the ICU. After running many tests, they determined she has a leaking heart valve and a small leak in her brain. Oh yes, I forgot to mention she is having headaches so bad that morphine didn't even knock out all the pain. Might that have clued them in!? Today they decided to transfer her to a hospital that specializes in neurology, thank goodness, and they are in the process of stabilizing her for the transfer.
As I'm sure you realize, Eric is taking this really hard. And it feels sort of like we got robbed of our free pass or something...I mean after almost dying while waiting for a liver transplant you would hope that her turn to be sick is over. Annie is the foundation of this little clan, not to mention a kind and loving mother to Eric and me. She accepted and loved me from the start, and is the most devoted grandmother you will ever find. If you say prayers, say one for her tonight. And for the little family that needs and loves her so.

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