Good day, bad day, good day, bad day. It seems we might have a pattern here. I'll take it this way as long as the bad days don't outnumber the good days. Today isn't a good day. Mom seems weaker and looks very pale to me. I show her my post of September 1st and reiterate how proud I am of her. She says that she just doesn't want to get like her mother was....bedridden. Since this is a probable likelihood, I tell her that is most likely what we all have ahead of us, except for unusual circumstances. I hope that satisfies her for now.
Joyce comes from church and gives her communion. This is a good day for that.
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