Peering around the bend of time

It’s been quite a year but when did it even start? Valentine’s Day seems to be as good a place as any, since that’s when they say it started, the beginning of what’s led to today – although not necessarily where I’m starting, but in just a few minutes a very dear friend of mine will be on a road, to an extent, that I was on 6 yrs. ago with a somewhat granddaughter – amazing, will see what happens – she’s actually the son of a daughter of a very dear friend of hers, who was a single mom who passed away from cancer, who asked her to take her daughter, assuming all the legalities were taken care of – whose now son is getting ready to have open heart surgery, just as my granddaughter did, only not quite the same kind, his is more straightforward; however, he did go into cardiac arrest, just as my granddaughter, only before his surgery, not after as she did, with CPR being done for almost as long – but with a better outcome, though not sure really can still explain exactly how they said it but when all was said and done they said she was too weak to undergo more surgery, but maybe it was the kind because it wasn’t heart, although they said something else had happened, but then they didn’t want her to have what she did, as I said hers was not so straightforward as his and they were actually considering let him come home, he was already not as sick as she was so not sure what brought this on, but now they’re getting ready to do it this morning – I’d love to be there – but in the meantime – my dil’s sister just had her baby, some mild, slight complications but nonetheless she’s in nicu, so she had to have a car seat test, which I forgot to mention to the carseat people we’d had such an ordeal working it out in the first place, though now only for it all to be for nothing and have to be redone, with hopefully them having done their job last night since they will be leaving early today, but wasn’t told when, I don’t believe, because weren’t entirely sure would be done last night, since weren’t sure when she would be coming home

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About donnainthesouth

I'm a transplant, born up north but raised in the middle, now I'm down here where you don't see too many snowflakes; I'll probably post just about as often (here at least)
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