I know that I seldom put anything personal on Fictionophile. It IS a book blog after all.
However, there is so much going on in my personal life just now that it can’t help but spill over into all aspects of my life – even my blog.
On May 28th my 34-year-old son was rushed to hospital with acute appendicitis. He was operated on at 7:00 am. Meanwhile, my daughter-in-law, his wife, was undergoing a cesarean section to deliver their first child, and my first grandchild, a boy. This was tragic timing as the baby was one month premature and was in breech position.
My son was distraught that he couldn’t be with his wife during the birth. They were in different hospitals. Though things were a little rocky at first, all seemed mostly well with the baby.
My son, discharged from hospital just six hours after surgery due to these special circumstances, met his son for the first time.
Since then, the baby has undergone surgery to have a portion of his bowel removed. Tragic for him, his mum and dad, and his doting grandparents. Now it is a waiting game, to see how his recovery will go. As I write this, he is not eating, or breathing, on his own.
I hope my next update will contain only good news. Lord knows we could use some…
Meanwhile, I have some posts scheduled to publish. If I don’t seem to comment on your posts, respond to your comments, or partake much in social media, I beg your understanding. Life has a way of making you prioritize.