Friday

Checked Marty's blog this morning; his mom is back in the hospital. She's having problems forming sentences. Her CAT scan shows no damage, but they're waiting to hear on the MRI. Marty's going nuts. I'm sure Tony is too.

It's scary as hell. Pat died a little over a year ago, and that was plenty hard. Thinking of Judy having problems like that has me on the verge of tears. It's Friday, it's been a hellish week, I should be happy it's the last working day of the week. Instead, I'm worried sick about Judy. Checking plane ticket prices in case I need to fly out there.

I know life in terribly impermenant. Trust me, as a preacher's kid, that's very obvious. Being diagnosed with lupus drove that home pretty well, too. But it's so damn hard when it's someone you know and love. And when you're so far away, and can't help.

I called my folks, and asked them to put Judy and Marty and Tony on the prayer list. I cried when I told my mom. I hate this feeling of helplessness. I checked plane tickets, to see how much it would cost to go out there. Trying to cover all my bases. I hope to God I don't need to go out there, but I want to be prepared in case I need to be there.