A close and very dear relative on the East Coast is in hospital, pending serious surgery. He has been in and out of the hospital for a couple of weeks now, and it just seems to be one thing after another.
There's no reason to think the prognosis should be anything but good, but his surgery, originally scheduled for tomorrow, has been pushed off indefinitely until he clears an opportunistic infection he picked up over the last day or so.
We're stuck out here, 2,500 miles away, and the phone doesn't provide much comfort. It's natural to want to do something in times like this, but we can't even go visit at the hospital. It's frustrating. All we can do is wait, and pray.