Grannie fell yesterday. Right now she's in the hospital. She's broken her hip. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow - it depends on tests and stuff - she will probably have surgery.
Understand, Grannie is tough. Tough as nails. But she's 84 years old. And two major surgeries in less than a year are going to take a toll. But there is, after all, no choice.
I'm a bit worried. And I feel rather helpless. All I can do is stand to one side and watch ... and wait ... and 'see what happens'. It's not a feeling I especially enjoy.
This is hard.