Mom

For some reason, my mother is amused by my blog. This one is about her. I hope she is amused. My mother had surgery today to remove a "bit of cancer" from her breast. "Bit of cancer" is in quotes because that's how she told me. No tears were shed, appointments were made and attended alone, and insurance information (a daunting task) has been filed. My sister and I decided we would both come Sunday evening to tend to her needs, bring her food and drive her to the Breast Center to remove this "bit of cancer." My mother was the epitome of calm. She came home and slept. It took both my sister and I to answer the phone, get her meds, make dinner and watch over our mother. As my sister and I sat down to dinner, exhausted and worn out, our mother got up, heated some soup, washed a dish, took a phone call, watched the news, read the paper, told a few jokes and practically did cartwheels around us. I looked at my sister and said, "I look like I'm the one who had surgery today!" My sister, being the honest gal that she is, said, "Yeah, no kidding!"

Love you Mom...