A personal page

I've really been concentrating on this little scrap journal. In the morning I start working on it before any appointments or visits or anything else... except coffee with frothed milk! It's good even to just go in and look at it, start thinking about what I might add next.

Steve and I both went to visit mom at Memory Care/Rehab late this morning after picking up a few more items of clothes for her. She was okay, somewhat quiet but engaged with us. 

I must admit I feel sad to see her in a wheelchair. It is necessary because of her hip operation, having anemia, covid (gone now), pneumonia and an adnexal mass, which was discovered when scans were done in the ER. Her leg is still painful at the wound site and somewhat swollen. The nurses say this is to be expected, but I think her rehab will be slow. 

So... I am taking solace in my art. This is a good thing for sure, but I wish the reason I'm concentrating on it was not because of my mom's difficulties. As mom said today & many times the past few months, "It is what it is." We started saying this when she received her Alzheimer's diagnosis and she thought it was her fault. We wanted to reassure her it was not. Now she says it... It is what it is.