❤️Granny K Goes to Hospital: A Big Fright With Happy Consequences❤️

I got the call on Tuesday that Granny Karen was struggling to breathe and my ex husband was rushing his mom to hospital. If I could paint you 2 picture I suppose their relationship resembles that of Howard and his mother from a big band theory. I laugh now, because that's what I do when I'm dealing with scary emotions, but really it's very sweet.

I wasn't prepared for the rush of very strange emotions at hearing my ex husband break down in the hospital parking lot while his mom was fighting for her life in ICU.

Hearing a grown man cry, especially one I haven't spoken to in 8 years was.... Well... Enormously humbling. I'm not sure what the right words are. I think I'm also just so much more porous to this type of trauma and grief since the passing of my father a few months ago.

I was scared for him and I was scared for Matthew, my only biological child,who stood to lose a second grandparent in 1 year.

Matthew and his gran have a very special bond and I owe her so much. She looked after Matthew from when he was just two months old and I had to go back to work. She loved him and kept him safe for me and gas continued to do so all these years. She would do anything for her family. Even if it's to her own detriment.

Granny K has emphasyma and high blood pressure. Not a great combination at all. A life full of stress, fussing over her children way too much and smoking like a chimney have lead her to where she is now.

She is one hell of a woman though. Made out of steel. From knocking on deaths door twice this year, to constantly getting back up... She's the epitomy of strength. But she's only human. She's stopped smoking for the 1st time in over 40 years and has made it 7 days without a cigarette. I wonder if she'll keep it up when she goes home? I hope so.

She'll have a nebulizer and the hospital will most likely supply her with oxygen, so I do hope this is the end of smoking for her.

The 1st 7 days are always the hardest, and she's through that now.

So, we went to visit her today, expecting to say our goodbyes and preparing to lie to the ICU staff about Matthew's age so he could get a kiss in, and we arrived at the hospital to discover they'd moved her out into the general ward.

She was sleeping when we got there, but was overjoyed when I woke her and there were TONNES of hugs and kisses all around. As soon as she started moaning about bed pans and swearing like a sailor I knew we were in the clear.

So Granny continues to live another day and we get to share more special memories with her.

Its a big lesson to all of us... How fleeting life is.

We love you lots Granny K.

I'm glad we get to keep you for a while longer ❤️❤️