Our host mother, Claudia, hasn´t gotten out of bed for two days. In June 2006, her oldest son died in a pilot school accident in Canada. The family seems to be doing well, in fact, we didn´t even know about it until we´d been here almost a week. But sometimes she gets into bouts of depression, and pretty much is unable to function.
Earlier this afternoon, her husband and daughter took her to a hospital in Leon, a town about half an hour away. Her sister Monica lives with the family to keep the mother company (her children are grown and on their own, and her husband died several years ago.) She doesn´t cook at all, so for la comida today we had Mexican fast food, from El Pollo Feliz (the Happy Chicken). It was a little comical, until we found out why we weren´t eating a typical afternoon meal.
There is nothing we can say or do. It´s the worst feeling in the world: to be helpless.
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That sucks. When my host mom ended up in the hospital, I was so frustrated because I didn't have the vocabulary to tell her how bad I felt and how I wanted her to get better. Hopefully your host mom comes home soon!
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