Loving your mother and a mother's love

Like Christmas-time isn't angsty enough for me, this morning, while Ben was on the phone with Anyu in Budapest, all of a sudden she's not at the other end of the phone anymore and he hears nothing but an open line. He hung up and kept trying to reach his mom and all he got was a busy signal. Of course, we thought she had fallen and couldn't get up so Ben called his sister, who herself is not well, having taken a fall walking her dog Bogar when his leash got tangled in her foot. Anyway, to make a long story longer, Ben finally gets an answer at his Mom's and it is an ambulance driver who was called we figure by Ben's sister and who had to break the inside lock on the door to get into Anyu's apartment. Sure enough, Anyu had fallen. (She fell a couple of weeks ago when her housecoat got caught in the fauteuil and she fell and the sofa fell on top of her. She told Ben it took her hours before she could garner the strength to lift the sofa off of herself.) We were able to speak with Anyu again this morning when the ambulance driver passed her the phone; it appears she hit her head when she fell and the ambulance wanted to take her to the hospital for an x-ray. She was scheduled and resigned to go into the hospital tomorrow anyway which is a blessing, because Lord knows she cannot go on living on her own with her son so far away.