You would think by now that every day would start to be the same. Not yet, though. You never know what you will encounter when you walk into her room. I had the requisite number of phone calls inquiring about mom’s condition. I know her friends love her and really care. They just want more information……that being said….I just wish more of them would read the blog. How many times in a single day do I need to go over the most heartbreaking time in my life? Help me help you. There’s this thing called the Internet….. Sorry, now I’m just being mean. It has been an incredibly rough week.

I had to go back to the scene of my meltdown on Monday….awkward! I had hoped the lady would not remember me but no such luck. She asked if the other place could hem my dress and how my mom was doing. I apologized for my meltdown…..People are beginning to surprise me. A lot. She then told me to enjoy my daughter’s wedding. Wow.

On the way to the maker of hand (sorry, writing or saying Handmaker is getting old), I stopped at Lucky Wishbone. Not many people can inhale the enticing aroma of the bone and not succumb. Mom could. She had not ordered lunch nor had she had anything since her morning bowl of oatmeal. When she refused to order dinner, Dan, the nighttime aid came to me and expressed his concern. I later ordered her matzo ball soup and latkes, because there is always room for that. Tyler was there for her dinner and she asked for a hamburger. So the appetite was back to some degree.

The hospice intake nurse was very nice, but told me that hospice would not take her while she is on IV vancomycin.  When that’s over we’ll do it, which of course will happen while I’m gone. She felt we should stay with the program for now. We are meeting again next Friday.

We had planned to go to a steakhouse with Buddy and Carol last night, but Buddy’s mom wound up in the hospital. Is there some kind of cosmic rule that says most people will lose their parents before the age of 60? I don’t know more than a few people over 60 whose parents are alive. Scary. And I might add tick tock.

My mother said Jenna needs to name her daughter San Antonio Rose. Um, wtf? As Jenna said, “so she wants her to be a stripper?” I pointed out that she also wanted me to name Tyler, Wolfgang. That would have been an epic fail. Clearly, I was lucky with Marion, which I never quite understood the logic of. I have a cousin named Marion and there are so many good German names. Heidi, Erica, Monika, Michaela, Stefanie, Olga, Charlotte! Anyway, mom is officially relieved of children naming duties. She later said it would be nice if Jenna would name her daughter something German-a nice broad request. At least she said daughter, because seriously, German boy names just don’t translate well. I can’t think of a single one offhand. She asked Tyler to FaceTime with Jenna. The conversation broke Jenna’s heart, she knows what we go through every damn day. Every. Damn. Day.