Just the facts.

Last night Uncle Phil informed me that, given Mom's fragile condition, it might be best to visit earlier in the week, rather than later. We've made travel plans, which are as follows:

The Hubers, Paul (and potentially Linda) will be flying/driving to Virginia over the next two days. Phil, Brennan, Paul and Brian will fly down tomorrow (Sunday). Tim will drive down from Cleveland on Monday.

Flight Details:

Phil, Paul and Brian

Depart TF Green (Providence): 11:35am
Arrive Norfolk International Airport: 2:58 pm

Brennan

Depart Logan (Boston): 4:20pm
Arrive Norfolk International Airport: 8:54pm

-Brian

It was a frightened Little One. . .

Usually on Fridays I am at Jennie's spending the day watching & playing with little Emma (Peanut). But I had switched our day to Thursday because Friday promised to be quite hectic - I was taking a continuing ed course on line & Leenie didn't have an alternate driver to radiation whereas I was free at 3. . . Friday kept its promise. At around seven, I was saying morning prayers, looked up and saw Leenie standing in the archway of our open door; and then a small voice said, "Lorane, would you please help me to breathe?" So fragile and frightened,this little one. And then we were in her room. . .just sit up against these pillows. . . you took your anxiety pill? That's good. . . . up last night AND the night before? Short of breath , , . . (Remembering yesterday morning,"I'm leaving now. I'll miss you. " "I still have the daffodils from yesterday," she said. "Have fun with Emma . . ." "Phil, keep an eye on her. Something's not right. . ." I heard this keening during the night.")
I paged Dr. Cross. He didn't call right back. "I know you change the patches today. "No pain meds yet? Good. I don't want you to take any. . . They depress breathing . . ." The phone. It was Dr. Cross. . . I'll drive you to Beach General. . .no choice. . .no oxygen."
He called ahead & spoke to the ER attending, gave orders. . . Too slow, hazard lights, horn, passing, passing and in the ER waiting room passing the waiters . . . Finally, she's in bed, shivering, skin warm. . . Pneumonia? Infected Mediport? pent all day searching with microscopes, radiology rays, stethoscopes. Finally, CT says pneumonia and Henry has now wrapped himself around the artery that supplies the R arm & shoulder. , , , More probing and poking.
We bave a working Dx of pneumonia. . .Treat w/ IV antibiotics. Find delicate balance between enough IV pain medication & not so much that breathing too depressed. So Leenie reminds us that Dr. Cross told us Tuesday that things will get worse (from treatment swelling) before they get better And now is the time to beat the clock, the drums, our breasts in prayer. She is comfortable, has a great staff and a ferocious desire to win. It's now, team and Gospeed. . .