Things were better at Mom's yesterday. I got her to exercise a bit. She felt enough to go out for lunch. I tried the Epson Salts thing. The rubber ball squeezing her hand thing. And I tried a myraid of other things. I don't know what worked but something did. She got a nice night of sleep last night and so did I.
I always like love stories. Happy ones. They make me happy. Saying hello after so many years apart!
While I don't really like good-byes (never did) I love loyalty and appreciation:
The one good bye I would like is a good-bye to cancer. Is that possible?