One day more

Key points:

TPN secured for tonight and tomorrow.

My sister--Rock Start Jr. , as I call her--got my mom--Rock Star Sr.--to swallow some pureed apple and cream of wheat today, before we got there in the afternoon.

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The visit went as well as could be expected. My dad means well, but never has--and at this point never will--learned how to phrase encouragement for those closest to him so it's actually, well, encouraging and not depressing ("The patient next door worse off...". I overlook this because I also see how he looks at my mom as if his very own life is slowly snubbed out in front of him). My mom cried more in the space of a few hours than I've seen her do in several years. Everyone else--including me--tripped up a few times, either fumbling along for words or sporting horribly cheery falsettos. Overall, it was a good visit, though, even if the ride back home will go down in the annals as one of most white knuckled ones ever (and, believe me, I have had some doozies on NJTP/I-295 etc.)

Tomorrow my aunt's holding down the fort all day, while my sister gets some well deserved rest (I hope) and I tend to some things locally. Monday...well, that's 24 hours away.