While I was having a blast at Beverly's birthday party last night, I was completely unaware that mom had been admitted to the hospital. I was only informed this morning.
When I last spoke to her yesterday morning, her voice was hoarse and she was on the way to the clinic to seek treatment. Apparently she had trouble breathing last night, my brother and sis-in-law rushed over to bring her to the hospital. Fearing she had pneumonia, the hospital kept her under observation all night.
The last time she was hospitalised was when I was still a teenager. I remember being so overwhelmed with emotion to see her in such a weakened state after the hysterectomy. She had always been my supermom and the sight of her lying there in unconscious state was traumatising for a teen.
Over the years, I've seen her health deteriorate with age, but the thought of her being admitted to hospital is very worrying. After the call from my brother, I sped to the hospital without any delay.
Thankfully the ECG results showed her lungs were clear. Even though she had not slept a wink for 2 nights, she was still in rather good spirits and was visibly pleased to see me. Whilst she hopes to be discharged quickly, the doctor wants to do another ECG in the late morning just to be sure all is clear. Then she can be discharged.
My friends laughed when I told them how mom insisted I wear a mask and sterilise the car before picking her up one day when I was recovering from a cold. At her age, even a simple flu can escalate into something serious. We usually avoid visiting when we are unwell because we are concerned about her well-being.
I told mom she's blessed to have compassionate sons and caring daughters in law. I certainly hope that my sons will be as dependable and caring when my time comes. Seeing how fragile life is, I've finally gotten round to meet a lawyer to draft my will. It's something I had procrastinated for 10 years and I'm glad it's finally getting done.