Waiting anxiously.

Some posts back, I mentioned my Grandmother's 89th birthday. Today, I'm waiting on a call to tell me how she came through orthopedic surgery. She fell a few days ago and broke an arm above the elbow. Being 89, that meant surgery because bones just don't want to heal at that age. The surgery had to be delayed because of the blood thinner wh takes to prevent strokes. I don't really worry much about things I can't affect, but I'm still anxious to get that call. I'm afraid she doesn't have much fight left.

I also mentioned a friend in her 90s in the same post. She fell while making a bed a couple of weeks ago and broke her back. She came through her surgery quite well and has begun her rehab. She has more gumption than ten normal folks combined.

If you're a praying kind of person, my family would appreciate your attention to both these fine ladies, particularly my grandmother.