As some of you know, I have been splitting time between, well, three hospitals in two states. Two family members remain in ICU at hospitals across town from each other. I am trying to finagle tickets back out of state. I had left Southwestern Abbey (name changed), and I helped a friend discharge from the hospital back home… I got time to rest after a night of care taking and switching between the tile floor and a recliner chair that was apparently designed to frustrate any would-be sleepers.
Not very long after that, I got news that one of my closest relatives suffered a stroke. My brother, a surgeon himself, is a crisis handler extraordinaire. He doesn’t exaggerate, he isn’t prone to hyperbole, he’s decisive, but he listens first (good for a surgeon to measure twice & cut once, right?)
Bro has never ordered his me to do anything, but he came pretty close to it, in suggesting I return home… soon. I flew back as soon as I could. While the logistical and medical concerns were being well handled, I landed in the middle of an emotional battle between my mom and the other family.
Recently, two friends have shown me by example why it is important to address these types of disagreements early (right then if practical), and how to do so, in theory. All I needed to do was gather the energy.
These would be hard conversations. I was afraid that I would be unable to broker the peace. But that is not the kind of uncertainty which should delay right action. It took two days of shuttle diplomacy (Thanks, Laurel), and I believe we are on a better path – the whole family – which is what we need to provide our ill with a non stressful environment.
Your outpouring of support, my kind friends, is being felt. I try to go daily, and I read books, talk story, and express my gratitude.