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My mom had a stroke on Tuesday. Collapsed to the floor of her study, unable to get up. It was actually very lucky it happened on my telework day. I'm not sure what would've happened to her had she been alone in the house for hours afterwards. As it was, we got her to the hospital within the hour. She's been recovering relatively well, but is still looking at spending the next two weeks in a facility in Falls Church rehabbing her leg.
My sister has largely taken charge these past few days, though unfortunately she's scheduled for a work trip to LA tomorrow she hasn't been able to get out of. Her husband helped me buy groceries this morning, and her other friends are ready to help us out as well.
Four days after it happened, I'm finding most of my anxieties about this immediate incident are now passed. Mom has survived it, and now that I've already paid the first of the household bills I'm going to have to deal with, I feel able to deal with all the matters likely to come up while I'm managing the house on my own. But even if she recovers fully this time, this feels like a harbinger of her going further into old age. I don't think things are ever truly going to be the same again.