This is tough, yo. Mom’s not doing well: possible multiple myeloma, pretty far along, or a flare-up of her sarcoidosis, but whatever mysterious ailment it is has her really sick. Heart, lung, kidney, stomach, blood sick. We’re about six tranfusions in so far, and she’s still, two weeks later, in the hospital.
She’s the best little mama anyone ever had, and I really believe that. No one could be better.
We took her cat to her today in the hospital. With the blessing of the vet and the staff and a bill-of-health fax, we surprised her with Bailey. She liked that. But she worried what she’d do with a cat in the hospital until we assured her we’d take Bailey home for her, it was just a visit — just give him a little pat now, Mom. He put his big paw on her little one. She liked that.
So if everyone who comes here thinks a good thought for her, a thought of peace, and tranquility, and more PEACE, we’d sure appreciate it. Just for a second, think a thought for Janette Herron. Thanks. My love to you. Now go give someone a kiss, or a hug, or a phone call. I mean it. Then tell me in comments what you did or are going to do (but mean it, really mean it). All that love being spread around the world in Mom’s name. It has to do her good, right?
Peace. And health. But mostly peace.
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