Yesterday John's mom was moved from Kaiser to a long term care facility.


This is excellent news since it means that the doctors at Kaiser feel she's stable enough to be transported.  When I heard this news I started to cry, it's certainly a step in the right direction.  We're not out of the woods yet, but I can definitely see the tree line at this point.

She will need 'round the clock care for the rest of her life, so I have no idea how long she'll be in this particular facility.  We're assuming, at this point, that she'll be there indefinitely.  Unless we can find a better place.  Ideally (now that I'm thinking about it), I'd like her to be closer to us so that we can visit more frequently, but we'll have to think about that at a later date.

Please keep Lita in your thoughts and (if you pray) prayers.  She has a long road ahead of her, but she's a fighter, so I know she can get through this, we need all of the positive energy that we can get.

Funny (and near heart attack inducing) story:  Around 11 o'clock last night John and I started getting ready for bed.  I was on the verge of sleep while John was locking up the house.  I woke up the second I heard his phone ring.

My mind raced back to the last time we received a call late at night.  It was the call that told us that Ral had passed (it is also around the time that I got the call that told me my Grandpa had passed).  I lay silent as I hear John talk on the phone.  I heard a quiver in his voice, but he sounded fine.  I could feel my heart rate speed up and jumped out of bed so that I could be there to comfort him just in case the news was bad.

Turns out, it was a person from the care facility getting confirmation on the times and days of Lita's dialysis, definitely not an emergency.  Apparently the guy on the other end of the phone had no idea what he'd just done to my husband.  John told the gentlemen that he needed a minute to collect himself before they could continue on with the phone call.

Note to all nurses/care facility personnel, if you're calling a family late at night to discuss that family's loved one, please let "it's not an emergency" be the first words to leave your mouth.  Generally speaking, nothing but bad news is dispensed in the middle of the night.  Kind of like, "if he's calling you after 10 p.m., he's only calling you for one thing."  Same thing applies in this situation.