My Grandmother

I started to write about the overlapping excitement with my grandmother having gone to the hospital the night before Henry’s ambulance ride.  She was there a couple days, tested extensively, put on blood thinners either on suspicion of clot or to make the blood easy to work with, and the result?  She has about the world’s healthiest heart for someone turning 92 this year, and if it happens again she should get an upper GI.

That’s an excellent outcome.  One of these days it’ll be for real, but in this family that could mean one of these days a dozen years or so from now.  I think the record is my mother’s great aunt who died just shy of turning 105.  You just can’t count on that kind of thing.

One of these days, Henry needs to go visit.  She’s absolutely crazy about him.  I thought it might make it harder, after the anaphylactic shock and going back to square one on food introductions.  However, the reassuring visit to the doctor yesterday makes the whole issue less scary.  He’s still going to be on breast milk, oatmeal if he’ll tolerate it, and applesauce for a few days to a week, then something else innocuous and natural, like sweet potato, and so forth.  However, as long as we avoid the likely stuff, eggs most of all, he should be fine.

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