So it's been a busy summer, and not in a good way. On top of dealing with my husband's death, my father (who's ninety) had his first major health crisis. He developed congestive heart failure. They decided he needed a pacemaker, but before that operation could be done, he came very close to death. They managed to stabilize him, and put in the pacemaker, and then he nearly died again. He wound up spending a lot of time in the cardiac ICU, and I was told by the doctors that he probably wouldn't ever be able to live on his own again.
Ha. The doctors failed to take into account my father's extreme determination and intense dislike of nursing homes. When he was eventually put into a rehab facility, he dedicated himself to improving his physical condition, amazing his physical therapists. I spent a great deal of time running back and forth to see him in the summer and early fall, but the upshot is, he's now back in his own house, living on his own, healthy and happy.
Of course, the downside to this is that I haven't gotten much writing done. I got a note from an editor today asking me where the heck my book for her was. I assured her I'm working on it, and asked if I could deliver the book in January. Hopefully she'll be okay with that. And hopefully I can avoid any further family crises this year, and get myself back to serious writing!