This week has been one of those that I would never wish on anyone.
My brother, following his back surgery in New Orleans on the 1st, had to be admitted to the local hospital in the town where he lives for pain management. After given morphine, he tanked and was put in ICU. Numbers kept dropping so he was intubated, and it was touch and go for a while. I'm happy to report that although he is still in ICU, he seems to be doing much better and should make a complete recovery. Needless to say, I was glued to the phone and on stand-by with a packed bag.
A person at work who is very important to me has cancer, and their battle has been one of ups and downs. While I was in Louisiana, they had emergency surgery. Things are looking better now, and I hope that keeps improving. ("They" is gender neutral here for confidentiality reasons.)
And while all this was going on, I was frantically trying to finish up quarter-end financials in case I had to fly out.
One thing I've realized in all of this -- I need to go home more than once a year. I'm going to try to schedule a week in Louisiana in the spring as well as the fall. Don't know how that's going to work out since I'm snowed in through mid July, but surely I can find a few days strung together to visit with my brother. Life is too darn short.
Quilting? No. But after my haircut this morning, I'm spending the remainder of the weekend organizing the sewing room and stash room. I truly can't remember what I have any more.