Just when you thought it was safe to take a breath...

Daughter #3 who is graduating soon (next week to be exact) and planning to move down south to be with her sweetie and his family shortly thereafter, got some bad news y'day. Her beau, who installs cable equipment fell from a ladder climbing down from a cell tower of some sort (details are sketchy). He hit his head, causing a concussion, broke three ribs, and bruised his lung. This exactly one week before he is supposed to fly up here, rent a truck, and move her down. We have no Plan B as of yet. Nothing is worse than being hundreds of miles away when your loved one is hurting. We feel completely helpless and have no idea what we can do to help. His mom and dad are there of course, but they are scheduled to drive up here next week as well. So, we wait. Our cousins who left here a few days ago are headed to his city now and may be able to see him in the hospital. We hope so, for everyone's sake! Argh. Whack-A-Mole is at it again! Whack! Whack! Whack! Make it stop!