It is said that God doesn't give us more than we can handle. Well, God must think very highly of us because we've added another twist. Last night, while driving home from visiting my mother at the hospital, my father called me and needed me to come by. He was having trouble getting his breath. Earlier in the day he felt as if he were getting a cold. We called the ambulance and he is now in the hospital with pneumonia. He's in a room down the hall from Mom.
On a Disney note, when I came into ER a respiratory therapist looked at me strangely because he recognized me. We had talked earlier about WDW in my mom's room when he saw me in my Disney sweatshirt. I told him that this time it was my dad that he was going to see. At least that added a little needed levity.
Thanks for the prayers and PD. Keep them coming.
Sandy