Mom had a good night. She was able to sleep more than in previous stays. Her morning isn't going as well because reality has set in. Her whole right side is affected and she is so sad. We ordered our breakfast, but she had a hard time using a piece of silverware. I encourage her to try and then will help her...then make her try again. I gave her a comb to comb her hair and she started to grab it with the left hand....I said "wrong hand"...she gave me that MOM look and did as I requested. I let her finish it with her good hand.
She's sleeping right now. I like it best when she is asleep...she doesn't cry.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. ECCLESIASTES 3:1
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