Guest blogger Austin here, Mom would have done the blog today but I wore her out today. Excellent past couple of days. Nausea seems to have finally conceded defeat and slunk into the corner. Next task is building her strength back up from the months in the hospital. We’ve been spending two (and often more, but thats all we will admit to) hours in the morning unhooked from the J and G tubes. Mom walking laps through the kitchen and living room (cleaning all the little things we males seem to miss) while I chase behind her watching for the slightest sign that she might wobble or fall. I’m sure it’s Karmic payback for the years of worry I gave her (or someone gave her, I’m pretty sure if you look up perfect in the dictionary my picture is right there, OK OK its a little further on next to punk something something kid).
Today was a momentous day. We devised a backpack to free Mom from the confines of bed and carry her food supply with her. She also decided today was the day she was going to go down the stairs and visit her studio for the first time in two months. Turnabout is fair play, I was as nervous as I imagine she was when I was jumping off perfectly good bridges with a glorified rubber band attached.
Once she finished the tour of the studio and tackled the uphill part of the stairs equation, the happiness was just radiating from her. A couple more laps of the house and I had to cajole her back into bed to into bed for some rest with the promise of a test run of the new backpack in the evening.
So tonight there was a very special guest of honor attending dinner. MOM!