Monday, May 4, 2015

Good days and bad days

There are good days and there are bad. Mom did really well for about a week. She went walking along Riverside without her wig, which made me cry with happiness sine those who are active and moving show better recovery rates. But this past weekend she was in a lot of pain and stayed in bet with her oxygen on, seeming to slip Bach again. It's very disheartening. Dad said she is having more trouble breathing and talking about getting her a wheelchair for her Drs visits. I'm not sure how I feel about that. It upsets me but I see the logic in it. I feel like I have moved to the point where I have disassociated myself from her illness and just do what needs to be done otherwise I will not be able to function. I don't think I have any other choice.

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