I have been reluctant to post this - perhaps a childish, if-I-don't-look-it-isn't-there kind of thing . . . . But my mother is in the hospital.
Brief recap - she was diagnosed with breast cancer 20-some years ago. Lumpectomy, radiation, drugs; she'd been cancer-free for about 20 years. About 5 years ago, it came back. Mastectomy, more radiation, more drugs. There have been several "is this something to worry about or not" episodes since, but sometime between last Thanksgiving and Christmas, a definite, "yes, it is back, again." In addition to treatments for that increasingly stubborn disease, she has had other conditions related to being older (and side effects of the treatments) - like random broken bones (the latest is a collarbone that snapped when she reached for something).
My brother (the one I call "the Ubergeek") quit his job a few months ago to help look after my parents (Dad isn't getting younger, either, y'know?). For me, knowing my brother is there is a huge relief; it's at least an hour and a half drive to where they live, so I can't just drop by to see how they are doing, and Mom's hearing loss makes phone calls difficult . . . besides, she is prone to just not saying stuff.
Mom's latest complication has been increasing shortness of breath. She has been diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis, and was put on oxygen a couple of weeks ago. Over the weekend, even the oxygen wasn't helping; a trip to the ER finally got a diagnosis of a blood clot in her lung . . . so she has been admitted.
Hugs Bunny!
Lots of hugs! 
