This last week, almost two, has been pretty rough for my family and I. I got a phone call from my dad at 2:30 a.m. last Thursday, letting me know that my mom was taken to the hospital, and that she had suffered a heart attack. I was worried, of course, but later on that day I had called and everything seemed to be fine for the most part and she was getting checked out by doctors. Well, the next day I get a call from my Aunt saying that the doctors are saying that my mom will be lucky to make it through the next 48 hours. What happened is she had suffered a massive heart attack, in turn losing 30% of her heart. Because of that, her organs were starting to fail. Her liver showed signs of not properly functioning, her lungs were in HORRIBLE shape because she had underlying pneumonia (shes a heavy heavy smoker), and her kidneys were shutting down. That had to have been the worst day of my life by far.. to know that my mom was basically on her death bed.. I can't begin to say all the things that ran through my head.. See, shes only 62..its just not her time yet.. As of right now though, she is doing a little better. Her kidneys are shot, and the doctors say that dialysis is going to be an indefinite part of her life now. My oldest daughter prays for her grandma everyday on her own, and in random places, and it just tears me up inside. It makes me happy, but sad at the same time. To know that my 3 year old understands prayer is just an amazing thing. My husband and I took our girls to see thier grandma because we just didn't know what god had in store for us. All my 3 year old could tell everyone is that grandma was really sick, and that she really wanted grandma to come home to her house and play. I just hope that when Christmas comes around, that everything will be fine and maybe my mom can come home.. I know it's only wishful thinking, because she has a long road ahead of her to recover, but I can always hope.