In addition to the spot on Mom's brain which hasn't been diagnosed (but Mom swears is benign, and why not?), last week, she walked into a store and face planted into the concrete breaking her knee. She spent five days in the hospital and is currently in a rehab facility. My brother, Darwin, is flying in tonight to visit for the weekend. He hoped Squirrel or I would join him in Nowhere Vermont, but alas, he's on his own.
Mom is in good spirits. After a week she's walking with some help. She doesn't expect to be in the rehab facility too long. And she promises she isn't being a complete jerk to the staff. If she is, Darwin will will straighten that out.
Darwin--bless him--is also going to Mom's neurology appointment next week so we can have some accurate information and get an idea of what her treatment plan might be.
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