An Update on Aunt

It's like a rollercoaster. My aunt is being moved to an acute-care facility, which I can only imagine means nothing was seriously (i.e. requiring surgery) wrong the other night or on the subsequent MRI. It's not hospice, it's a place for "medically-complicated patients."

Frankly, we're all frustrated--with the information flow, some of the care, the lack of diagnosis or prognosis--which seems to make this medical crisis so much harder to deal with. I mean, illness is usually hard, but this one seems especially devoid of assurances or even answers. And get this: we sent her posters of her two favorite Botticelli paintings to decorate her room that were confirmed delivered and are now lost at the hospital; she's leaving and, despite paying extra for immediate shipping, we don't think she'll ever get them. I'm hoping the new place is better. I can always buy her new posters . . . .