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Date: 03 April 2006 22:23:51
My grandma had an accident over the weekend, a fire in her bungalow. She's fine, thank God. After trying unsuccessfully to put it out she was able to think straight enough to get out of the house, and got the attention of neighbours who called the fire brigade. Which, for a 95 year old with agoraphobia who isn't particularly steady on her feet is quite an achievement. Ironically, the panic button which she wears round her neck didn't help, because she was panicking too much. Hmm.
Anyway, it's left us all a little shaken, given how much of a close call it was. She spent a night in hospital from the smoke she inhaled, but the doctors said if she'd stayed in the house much longer she might not have got out. I can't bear to think about it. All that matters is she's safe, and with family. She's staying with my aunt and uncle for the moment (who, along with my parents, live round the corner), but she won't be able to go back to her own house for around 3 months (if at all) because of the damage etc.
I started off thinking she needs prayers and help and so on, but I'm just glad she's ok, it could have been a lot worse. Thank you that she made it out, thank you that the neighbours were in and heard her, thank you for the firemen, ambulance drivers and doctors. Thank you that, despite our differences, the family can pull together at times like this.