Anne.

Don't know how to start this but, um, forget me for the moment, and if you have spare prayers and thoughts, please shoot those over to my mother. She has had a frightening last couple of days and is currently in the hospital after bad falls and some scary news. 

All this while I'm getting these peppy emails about the Jimmy Fund Telethon that's coming up. All this while I'm getting call after call about surgery post-ops and pre-ops and radiology consults and scheduling problems and this that and the other thing.

I had a panic attack yesterday, a real one, full blown gasping for air in my car during my lunch break, and this is even before I learned the EMTs had rescued my mother from a bad fall.  I'd told her earlier that day that I wasn't up for her to stop by my house after her appointment in Boston. So she hadn't come, went home with my aunt, and fell hard in her driveway.

Zak is at the hospital with her now. She's in bed on her Kindle. More tests and scans. Will update more later.

Life, dude...it can be beautiful, and it can also be bat shit crazy.