Hot Banana Peppers

Mom has been eating more the last three days. On Thursday she had a steak burger from Steak-n-Shake and ate half. That was a lot for her and compared to what she had been eating. Last night after naming on about ten things I could cook she agreed to a grilled cheese. She ate half and quite a bit of HOT Banana Peppers. I had some with her and while the tears are streaming down my face she asks in her little voice "Are they too hot for you"

She already ate today, it was only half of a chicken sandwich but at least it was something. Been asleep in her chair ever since. Pop is really starting to have a hard time with her sleeping. He hates it. I do wish she was awake but at the same time while she is asleep, I know she is pain free.

I had my own Dr appt earlier this week. Not going to tell Mom about it. Not sure when I will tell Pop, I think it would be too upsetting for him. I knew the day after that my blood work was ugly. Dr. told me immediately she was going in some meds for me and that she had already put a call in for the specialist at Barnes. She just called me awhile ago. She hoped if she called me on a Saturday I would answer. (See people, I am bad at answering for just about everyone) Specialist wants me back at Barnes and repeat the surgery. It is my choice. I did see results after the last surgery but also know the risks and knew that since my case was "special" I may need a repeat. Went back and forth with my Dr about it. I finally said I would think about it and she snapped back "I know what that means" ha. She does know me pretty well. I know its going to get worse and my pain is coming back. I know what all that means. No way can I have this surgery right now, I would be in the hospital at least 3 days and afterwards I would be weak and not able to help mom. The stairs alone would kill me. Plus not to mention what would happen with work. Dr is not very happy with my decision but she also knows when I have my mind made up there is no changing it. I have agreed to come in once a week for blood work. I now have to keep my own pain level chart to show her. ughhhhhh.. Not going to tell Pop yet. This would just push him over the edge.

Pop and I are cleaning house today. He offered to go to the grocery store, I need to write the list in order of the isles at the store. I should just go myself but I think he wants to go. Last time he went, I bite my tongue while putting away the groceries. He did buy everything on the list but everything he brought was the grocery store own line. Even the spaghetti sauce. oh Pop.

One day at a time....