Mom

I am sitting next to her bedside. Her breathing seems labored, but I’ve been down this path before and I know that it’s mostly reflexes in action. My sister sleeps in a chair across the room. We drove more than nine hours to get here today and we are both exhausted, but I can’t fall…

Enough

My mother is very ill. She was admitted to the hospital before Labor Day and spent a few days being treated before transferring to a rehab facility for physical therapy, so that she could go home (she lives with my sister) and have a little more mobility. Mom, who is 74, has been dealing with…