Well, Mom woke up at around 3AM in excruciating pain. It took a truck load of morphine to get on top of it, but today, she has seemed comfortable, although still quite in-and-out of sleep from the morphine.
I took advantage of her sleepiness and came back to her house to clean for a couple of hours. My friend, Nicole, helped me, which certainly made it all go by more quickly and cheerfully. Now, just a few more things to tackle at the house before she comes home, which won't be until Friday.
Thatcher has been depressed, so he's going to stay with Fred and his dog, Squeeky, tonight and tomorrow night. That way, he won't obsess on "where's mom?" all day and night. And, I can cheer up some people, but I don't really know how to work with Thatcher through his sadness...
I'll post again later or tomorrow.
love,
jennifer
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