Mom's playing bingo tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hallelujah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's funny how such a small thing can be so big. It's been almost a month since my Mother was taken down with severe stomach pains and nauseau. It almost took her under there, for awhile. If left her too weak to even dial a telephone (not that phones have dials, anymore.) Many days, she was too weak to even talk on the phone if someone else answered it. To make things worse, my oldest sister was rushed to the emergency room about three weeks ago with a recurrence of diverticulitis. (When you become a high mileage model, you become a medical expert, because it seems like everyone is in the body shop all the time.) It was torture for my Mother to be too weak to even answer the phone, when her daughter was going through a colostomy. My sister has gone through her own private hell, complicated by getting gout while she was already on morphine after the surgery. My brother-in-law called this morning, and my sister is being released from the hospital either tomorrow or Friday.
I offered to call Mom and give her the news, because my brother-in-law has a long list of calls to make. My mother was overjoyed, when I gave her the news.

So, friends: My sister is coming home tomorrow or Friday, and my Mom is going to BINGO tonight for the first time in a month. She's a high roller, so I expect she'll come home with a lot of loot tonight. The last time, she won so many times that she gave some of her gifts to others who didn't win anything. The "loot" is very modest.. what you might expect in an assisted living complex. It's not about winning. It's about being able to go.

Go, Mom!!!!!!!!!!!! Looks like she has a few miles left in her.

Jerry