My grandma fell and broke her hip yesterday morning. She was walking out of the local bakery and just fell. There was no ice or snow, and she didn't trip over anything. She hit the concrete hard and was in a lot of pain. Despite her complete inability to get back up, she begged my aunt not to call an ambulance (because my grandmother has never willingly gone to the hospital in her life). Thankfully, my aunt called 911 anyways. At the ER they confirmed that she had broke her hip. She was admitted to the hospital and is now awaiting surgery. Oddly enough, they do not think that the fall broke her hip. Instead, they said that her hip most likely broke while she was walking, which caused her to fall.
This is pretty much the worst thing that could have happened to my granny. She is fiercely independent, so requiring help from others will be extremely hard for her. My mother is already talking about putting her in a convalescent home while she recovers, and I can't even bear the thought. My grandma will be completely and totally devastated in that environment.
I feel so helpless and so far away. There would not be much I could do even if I still lived in Kentucky. But I could be physically present, offering her a helping hand. And I am not. The whole situation makes me overwhelmingly sad.