So at this point, we're up to 3 types of eggs if you count egg salad. And I can give any fry cook a run for their money based on Mom's morning breakfast routine.
Dad has decided to join the couch party in the family room, as he is taking some well-deserved R&R for at least the next week. Mom and I are loving having him at home more often.
And then there's Mom, or Smiley, as both Dad and I have referred to her on countless occasions lately. She is walking better, sitting up in the arm chair, currently reading Gone with the Wind during the day, and judging American Idol at night (I speak for the family when I say, how could America not vote Pia into the next round!?)
The siblings have rotated weekends, where this weekend I'll be out in Chicago to see Carrie while Abigail comes home to be with the folks.
Between the second round of Avastin and the nonstop prayer from family and friends, we are doing really well. Thank you.
As I write, Mom has been napping for the last couple hours. Strong odds that there will be a late night request from the kitchen, we'll see if it's eggs or beef roast. I should probably get some sleep as well. Goodnight everyone. Love you Mom!
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