Ah yes my mom's looking good and I'll be damned if I can figure out what's really going on - my first message being that she couldn't breath becasue she didn't have enough blood, so she got a transfusion. I thought she knew better than to play with vampires.
Today I accompanied my mom and a series of tests, the most interesting one being the MRI - giant machine with tiny screen, slowly displaying the insides of my mom.
"That's her liver" the technician explained and I was instantly transported into an Andy Wahol film made somewhere between Sleep and Frankenstein. I'm grateful this one wasn't in 3D, but it's still odd to have seen my mother's liver.
I stayed till my nieces came to look after her and the last message I received from them was that her stress test was fine but they're was sludge in her ultrasound - the doctor will explain tomorrow.
Meanwhile, my mom is very hopeful that she'll soon go home, and maybe just maybe we'll do that tomorrow
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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