Mom had a pain in the side. We were in Maui and she just didn't feel well. Darn gallbladder. Over the last 30 years, Mom had three gallbladder attacks.
One was decades ago. The second was the first (and only) time we went to Hilton Head. That was shortly after we'd moved to the South. In 1995. Of course it would act up again while we were on vacation.
After returning home, Mom got the gallbladder checked out. Then, she got the gallbladder out. Simple. Except that the surgery made her sick and she had to spend the night in the hospital. I'd had the same thing happen to me many years earlier.
The good news was that I had had my gallbladder out many years earlier and absolutely loved the doc who did it. He was the one we called when it was Mom's turn. That would turn out to be one of the better choices we've ever made in life.
A year ago at this time, Mom was home and healing from surgery. Gallbladder gone. Surgery sites healing. Staples holding in place until they'd be removed on Cinco de Mayo. All was well.
Or so we thought.
Have you read the name of my blog? Results NOT Typical. God, how I wish they had been.