Anybody want a peanut?

Piecing together what I learn as the cell phone gets passed from person to person in her hospital room. I spoke with my dad first who told me she isn't well. He gave me many details, but the one that sticks in my mind most is, "Sometimes when she talks, it doesn't sound like her." My mom then got on the phone and told me that she was actually doing fine. I let her humor me. And my aunt told me she would call me later.

Later, my aunt explained that, within the last 24 hours, her face has become sunken and small. Her arms are skin and bones. The bottom of her body remains swollen with fluid. It took my aunt two hours to help my mom go to the bathroom and then put her back in bed. She's spending the night at the hospital with her.

Am I downer or what? To quote from The Princess Bride, "BOOOOooooooooo. BOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

And also (unenthusiastically), "Humperdinck, Humperdinck ... Humperdinck."