I'm losing track of how many ways we are blessed through all this... friends have volunteered to take shifts in Peg's room so she's never alone, 24/7.
I've just sat here for five minutes staring at the screen, just taking that one in. There are no words to adequately express how much that means to our family.
One of Peg's wonderful nurses scored a chair that converts into a bed, and she's got a private room. The staff is caring and attentive. She's in good hands, and in a good space.
Mercy San Juan hospital is an older hospital, and like us, a little worn around the edges. But it's got a good heart, a good soul and good people, and what it lacks in creature comforts it makes up for in the things that really count.
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