I went to visit my brother yesterday in between my daughter's softball games. It was a bit of a rush, but we were already pretty far west of the city, and I figured then I wouldn't have to visit him on Sunday. While I was there, the nurse told me how well he is doing.
I spoke to her on the side and told her I was going to be out of commission for a while and that I needed surgery. She suggested that I bring him home for a visit so that he wouldn't worry about me. I was a bit irritated, I guess I feel that having cancer (she doesn't know that's what the surgery is for) is important enough where I can concentrate for once on me and not his needs. However, I know she meant best.
He does seem to be doing well, he hasn't looked this good in quite a while. Who knew he would adjust to this new living situation so well? Meanwhile, I just hope they remember to do all the things that I usually have to nag them about.
I was very happy that I didn't have to go out there today on Mothers Day. Instead, I went garden flower shopping at a nursery, went to the Northwestern Womens softball game, a walk, worked out, and then out for dinner. Now I have to go to sleep early because I have a 7 am appointment with the anaesthesiologist tomorrow morning.
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