Day 60: The difference a month can make

Okay, so I already know the difference one day can make. But as I was typing in "Day 60" I decided to see what we were doing 30 days ago. And I was stunned to realize that on Day 30, mom was in the hospital. It's been a month!

At this time on Day 30, I was facing what seemed to be the fact that my mom was quickly dying. She didn't remember things. Sometimes didn't remember me. She was in ICU.

But now, 30 days later, no one could have imagined the improvement in her. I need to remember things like this. No matter what level of despair you are in, there is always hope. And we all tried to keep it when things looked hopeless. And what little glimmer we had kept us going. And here we are today. Mom and dad are living. They are going to the casino. Mom is enjoying food again. They are eating out.

I'd almost call it a miracle, except I know the cancer is still there. But it certainly is a small blessing and a gift of time none of us thought we would have.

It's been quite a rollercoaster two month period. I'm a little apprehensive as we head into month three, but I will continue to be grateful for the time we have and will keep up hope that things will continue to stay the way they are for a long time to come. :-)