The last two days have been a bit of an emotional up and down.  Yesterday it was my birthday and for a number of decades mom has always come to my room the very first thing to sing Happy Birthday.  Not today.  Instead it was a clank on my door and a “Where is the frosting?” with a face of consternation.  She was stressed and struggling and I knew we needed to leave our environment soon.  So we went swimming and got out of the house.  That helped.  Then several times later the traditions of old were not to be.  And while my mind knows these things, my heart just doesn’t.  The outside looks Ok, but the inside of my mother’s life is not yet healthy.

I say not yet because I always want to fight for better.  Modern medical practice would have you roll over and ride the wave down to death.  If that were the case we wouldn’t be where we are at today.  The Lord helped us, gave us direction and mom has made a literal miraculous turn around.  But it doesn’t mean things are perfect.  Things aren’t yet as they used to be.  So to continue the fight I must.

First thing is to to try to get some healthier food.  The sugar load from yesterday is always an issue (cake, chips, etc…).  Sugar will bring more confusion to my mom than anything, except something fearful.  Fearful is the number one thing that does her brain chemistry in.

Today is a new day.  I’m officially older.  But the good news is that I still have my mom around.  She knows who I am.  And she still tells me she loves me.  And that is the best birthday gift I could ever have.