The phone rang late one evening while we were watching tv. When I answered, the voice said, "Shari, it's Aunt Bonnie. We're at Walgreen's getting your Mom's medicine. We just came back from the hospital. She's going to be ok."
I reminded myself to breathe as I asked her what happened. She explained that Mom fell down Aunt Bonnie's garage stairs. They took Mom to the emergency room. Mom broke her right shoulder.
Immediately, I went back two years to the fall when Mom broke her left collarbone. Let's just say it wasn't so much fun that we wanted to repeat the experience, but we didn't get to vote. We knew exactly what needed to be done.
Within a few minutes I talked to Dave and Steve. We all had our tasks. We all knew what needed to be done. This time, though, it was going to be a bit harder as Mom broke her right hand, her dominate hand. When she broke her left collarbone she could still perform some tasks with her right hand. Now she was unable to do much with her left hand.
She'll adapt quickly, and so will we. I'm crossing my fingers that we're done using this experience, though. Two times is enough.