sick

My grandmother, pictured here on Easter this year, is at my parents’ house in Hampden.  She fell in 2003 and required a metal rod be inserted into her leg; she had heart surgery then to boot.  Before, actually.  She fell last week and wrenched the same leg.  While the X-rays came back negative for breaks, they think she either sprained or tore something.  I am watching her today while my mother goes for a doctor’s appointment, then with my mother and uncle to take my grandmother to the hospital for her appointment to see the extent of the damage in her leg.  I don’t like seeing such an independent woman laid up and unable to even walk.  Or the look on my uncles’ and mothers’ faces when they realize that their mother is getting older.  I am just hoping she will pull through and literally get back on her feet.  No one ever thought she’d get around after her last accident.  I did not believe she’s ever get upstairs in her Canton rowhouse again.  But she did.  She loved walking around in the grocery store with a cart.  I hope she gets to do it again and soon.