She's 83 years old, blind, and leaving the next day for a two week conference in Atlanta.
She has abdominal pain and goes to the Emergency Room.
She calls her son to tell him she's having emergency surgery for an obstructed bowel.
Her lung collapses during surgery, she's given a colostomy, she's in Intensive Care, and she has a stroke.
Her left side is paralyzed.
She's unconscious for four days.
Two days ago the breathing tube is removed so she can talk.
She is still very sick.
Yesterday, when I see her at the hospital, the first thing she says to me is, "It was close."
The second thing she says is, "Boy, am I lucky or what?"
The third thing she says is, "It's a good thing you got your ass here to see me".
Spunk and grit will save the day. I'm sure of it.