My mother's doctor is still perplexed by her high WBC count and so, instead of going home, my mother got to give even MORE blood!
I'd be getting scared again, except that she sounds so good. Today she asked me to fill her in on the NBA finals and was disappointed that, while I am encyclopedic when it comes to American Idol, I am useless when it comes to Dancing with the Stars. Also, her doctor told her not to worry. I'm assuming that extends to me, too.
Still, I'm frustrated. I want my mom home!
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I am so sorry, Gal. I am keeping you and your mom in my prayers. I can't imagine how frustrating this has been for you!
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