Unfortunately, the "other mother" showed up yesterday. It was like walking into her room in the hospital on Saturday and taking one look at her and knowing something was wrong. She was not out of touch with reality as she was in the hospital, she was just totally, totally depressed, fatalistic, miserable. She had a followup appointment with the surgeon, who gave her a good report and dismissed her. Her response to that was "I hope he's right." When she's like this, there is absolutely no good or hope in her world. She just sits and lets her mind take her to the darkest extremes she can imagine. It makes me very sad for her and it sucks any joy right out of the room.
It's 8:45AM on Tuesday and so far she seems good. She looks rested and sounds herself. We're still taking it one day at a time. Here's hoping!! Thanks to those who have been in touch and those who have kept us in your thoughts. It means more than you know.
Is it over yet?