Mom did have supper (although...all together now...I overcooked the chicken and she ate mostly salad; since the radiation treatments everything is dry for her—sigh, I never claimed I was a good cook, or a cook at all) and has continued to take her pills. She enjoyed the ice cream we had for dessert; that feels good in her mouth. (Now if I could only find something meaty and nourishing that is also cold!) The Percoset makes her a little fuzzy but that is to be expected. We have gone back to the cold water compresses on her eye, which is still weeping but at this time not as much as before.

I've no illusions that just because this was a pretty good day that there will not be more bad days. But I am hoping if we can get home, I will at least have James for a bulwark—and I'll have a comfortable bed and somewhere cool where I'm not afraid of my heart palpitating (and if it does my doctor is nearby). Maybe I can work out something about work, too. Maybe they could let me telework. The Government is really pushing it, but PGO has not picked up on it at all.

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