She’s visiting a half-brother who’s been in the hospital a month. His first three weeks were in intensive care.
He has some sort of encephalitis, which is very bad news.
My wife is a worry wart on sunny days, so you can imagine the atmosphere hereabouts in the last month. The good news is that the brother seems to be improving. Very slowly, which is typical of the illness.
This brother, age 40, his wife and new baby, his mother, a sister and a brother also live in Querétaro. Three more siblings live in Morelia.
An oddity of public hospitals here is that you often are more in the care of your family than in the care of the hospital staff. So this has been hard on the relatives who live in Querétaro who have been spending lots of time at the bedside.
This is my wife’s second visit. A few days after learning about the illness, we drove to Querétaro and spent one night in a hotel.
They’re getting help from the Jehovah’s Witnesses, members of which are contributing their time watching over the patient.
My wife’s stepmother was shanghaied by Jehovah’s Witnesses about 25 years ago at a hospital after her husband died and she was vulnerable. She became one, and so did a fair number of her many offspring.
The patient and his wife, an indigenous woman from Oaxaca, are Jehovah’s Witnesses too.
My wife spent all of last night at the hospital, likely will do so again tonight, and probably will return home tomorrow, quite beat. She has a sad history with brothers. Two were murdered years back in unrelated events.
And now this.