Thinking of my Nonna Rose whose spending her second night in the hospital. She’s been such a trooper, spending the last 48 hours in a place she’s proudly averted for nearly 58 years. Seriously, she hasn’t touched the scene of a hospital since the day my step-dad was born. She’s simply refused. Now, with the help of my aunt, Noona’s navigating the oncology wing and settling in to room #542. Lou (the step-dad) will be flying to New York tomorrow to help her sort through treatment options and discuss the potential of her coming to live with us. We’ll see…I just hope she’s asleep and falling into dreams of sweet(er) days. The days of her childhood spent skipping along the foothills of Umbria, Italy* Clutching her rosary, I hear her whisper, “God gives me health. I give Him thanks.” *Pictured and traversed in 2002 with a spry 82 year old Nonna

Thinking of my Nonna Rose whose spending her second night in the hospital.

She’s been such a trooper, spending the last 48 hours in a place she’s proudly averted for nearly 58 years. Seriously, she hasn’t touched the scene of a hospital since the day my step-dad was born. She’s simply refused.

Now, with the help of my aunt, Noona’s navigating the oncology wing and settling in to room #542. Lou (the step-dad) will be flying to New York tomorrow to help her sort through treatment options and discuss the potential of her coming to live with us.

We’ll see…I just hope she’s asleep and falling into dreams of sweet(er) days. The days of her childhood spent skipping along the foothills of Umbria, Italy*

Clutching her rosary, I hear her whisper, “God gives me health. I give Him thanks.”

*Pictured and traversed in 2002 with a spry 82 year old Nonna

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