Mom got here last evening a little before dinner time. We had soup and
visited while I gave a fashion show of a bunch of really adorable
clothes she brought for me. Then today, we visited and went shopping
together. She bought us LOTS of food and snacks, to add to the massive
amounts of food and snacks she brought with her.
She thinks she's probably dying. I'm afraid she might be right. She's
sure her painful gut means more cancer; she'll go see early next month
when she sees her doctor. Even if it's not cancer, she appears to be
winding down.
And there's no segue that will make this sound not-sad, but it isn't
meant to be: If you'd like to meet my mother and eat lots of meat-heavy
dinner, please feel free to join us tomorrow night (Friday) or Saturday
night. Dinner's at 7, and she'd be happy to meet any of my friends who
want to come by. We brought out the big table, so there's plenty of
room. Tomorrow is prime rib; Saturday, James will be making pork ribs.
Serene
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Best wishes.
Thank you. We had a lovely visit. It did wear me out, and her as well. I
crashed and slept for a few hours after she left. (She's about an hour
from home now; I'm sure she's even more tired than I was.)