The universe, in its ongoing efforts to reduce my stress, help me avoid sick people, and allow me to take things easy whilst on chemotherapy, decided to send tillyjane, a/k/a my mom, to the ER this morning with a suspected heart attack. Two hospitals and an ambulance transfer later she is resting comfortably in a cardiac ward close to Nuevo Rancho Lake. She apparently had a cardiac event, but the precise diagnosis awaits observation and further tests. She is cheerful and not in danger of her life, so all will be well.
As for my part, that is hospitals four and five I have spent time in over the past three weeks. Also, no writing today. I'll be over visiting her again in the morning, and she is expecting to be discharged tomorrow, pending of course further followups.
Someone, somewhere, has a quiet, normal life, but it ain't me.