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My mother is still in the hospital. She is, however, feeling MUCH better physically: off the IV, and able to walk with the aid of a walker.
Now, we just wait. The doctors haven't told her anything yet; presumably they're still waiting for test results. It's after business hours now, so we probably won't hear anything until Monday. And my mother won't be coming home for at least a few days, because she has to meet with the oncologist and with a physiotherapist, and the physiotherapist isn't in until Tuesday.
George and I will be going down to see her tomorrow, then heading out to her place to pick up her cat and bring the little beastie here, to be loved and cared for as long as my mother's in the hospital (and possibly forever, though I'm managing not to think about that possibility very much right now).
Had a good cry last night in between working on HB pages. Feeling not too bad at the moment, but very tired, and the sorrow is always just around the corner.
ETA: Just realized that I haven't exercised since Monday. Fuck. That does my state of mind no good whatsoever. Therefore, off to dig out my step and get down to work while the laundry spins.
ETA II: Changing my journal layout back to a lighter style, because right now I need all the brightness in my life that I can get.
Now, we just wait. The doctors haven't told her anything yet; presumably they're still waiting for test results. It's after business hours now, so we probably won't hear anything until Monday. And my mother won't be coming home for at least a few days, because she has to meet with the oncologist and with a physiotherapist, and the physiotherapist isn't in until Tuesday.
George and I will be going down to see her tomorrow, then heading out to her place to pick up her cat and bring the little beastie here, to be loved and cared for as long as my mother's in the hospital (and possibly forever, though I'm managing not to think about that possibility very much right now).
Had a good cry last night in between working on HB pages. Feeling not too bad at the moment, but very tired, and the sorrow is always just around the corner.
ETA: Just realized that I haven't exercised since Monday. Fuck. That does my state of mind no good whatsoever. Therefore, off to dig out my step and get down to work while the laundry spins.
ETA II: Changing my journal layout back to a lighter style, because right now I need all the brightness in my life that I can get.
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