I wrote a post a few weeks ago explaining what was happening with my mom. Well, yesterday, we went to the University of Chicago Hospital. Although we arrived very early, they took her right in. In fact, a good hour before her time. Although we were shuffled between here and there, we eventually ended up where we started. Except this time, there was not a diagnosis of bone cancer. It took a lot of doctors to determine this, but they 'believe' it is only a double fractured hip/pelvis. Of course along with extremely low bone density. In other words, she is going to heal. You can't imagine how happy all of us were. Unfortunately, I (and my mom and the rest of us) was expecting the worst news possible, but hoping for the best. Believe it or not, she was arranging her own funeral. I am not kidding. Of course, that was never mentioned to me before the good news arrived. Only afterwards. She didn't want to 'put us through that'. Finally, I received the best news possible. Although we go back in six weeks, life is once again hopeful. (Her last specialist before UofC didn't give us much hope) Thanks everybody for thinking of her during this time. I really appreciate it. Thanks.