It's Like Camping

I spoke with Mom right before she went to bed last night. Anxiety was getting the best of her, and understandably so. She was alone, with a massive snow storm approaching, and all she could think of was the last snow storm when she had to take a ride in the ambulance. I think she's also maxed out on magazines, TV, and sitting around, which I think is a good sign. Mentally, she's wanting to branch out and do more, but her physical energy level hasn't quite caught up with her brain.

Fortunately, the good ole' zofran and ambien double team did it's job, and the only thing in need of serious repair at the house is the electricity. There is none. That means no electric blanket, no tea, no soft-boiled egg, no phone, no nada. It's like camping really.

She had a lovely breakfast (first meal out) with a friend, and is now on her way to the office. She hasn't stepped foot in there since before her surgery, but she's beginning to feel really bored, wants to say hello, sync her computers, and you know- have some heat.

She and I are headed to Dr. D's tomorrow afternoon to re-assess and prepare ourselves for our trip to Dana Farber Friday. Unless anything monumental happens (and let's hope not), I'll post after our appointment.