From July 3, 2018
So much happened yesterday that my tired, old brain can’t sort it all out. I was hoping for an easy day after three long days seeking treatment for Emilia’s life-threating medical condition. My brother-in-law, Ron, said an easy day for me is one where there is only one crisis to manage. I thought yesterday was going to be an easy day…all I really had to do was pick up Emilia from the hospital and bring her to her sister’s home. On the way downtown to Hopital du Canape Vert (that’s the name of the hospital) we had to drop Josette off at Peace Hospital for more tests for Baby Ruth, who continues to have a fever and diarrhea.