
I had the best intentions to sew all day yesterday too. Then the phone rang at 10:15 and my sister informed me that she and mom were at the hospital. They had each thought the other called to tell me she was getting her port fixed in her arm yesterday. SO I ran through the shower and was in the room at 11:00pm. She got a wonderful nice lady doc who did a great job repairing the port and tying it down with sterile stitches 4 ways so it can't go anywhere this time...no spinning. Best yet was that she felt really good yesterday and was back to her feisty self cutting jokes with the nurses. It made me feel good that they didn't permanently break her spirit the last time.
She also finally let me shave her head yesterday. That was something I said I would do and she held out way too long actually. I talk to her every day at least once, but I hadn't seen her in about 5 days and I was shocked at her appearance. Nobody can get over seeing your mother take off her scarf and she has nothing but clumps of hair left clinging to parts of her head. That's the point I saw my mother as being sick with cancer. Luckily we all had quite a big laugh shaving her head and she actually looks 100% better with nothing on there but a tiny stubble of gray. We even put on her gray Florence Henderson looking wig and cut it to more of what she wanted. You didn't know I was a closet hair dresser huh?

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