Don't make me look like
a raccoon
I was at my mother's house by 8:30
in the morning. When I arrived she was stretched out in the
recliner and my aunt was sitting on the edge of the bed. It was
the first time in over 2 months I have seen my mother in clothes and not
pajamas. When I asked her how she was doing and if she was feeling
much better she replied yes, but her smile said "Phony." My aunt
ran upstairs to get something and my mom whispered to me that she got on
the scale and she is now down to 110. She has lost two more pounds
in the last couple days and she has been eating like a horse for over a
week now. I could see the fear in her eyes that she is scared, she
knows how important it is to keep weight on and even with an appetite,
nothing is sticking to her bones. I had suggested that I fix
her hair and make up to help her feel better and she agreed and said
"Just don't make me look like a raccoon." In the afternoon I took my aunt out to a couple of stores, mainly resale shops. We talked a little about mom and her illness, what is going to happen with my dad. I don't know how I managed to keep the tears in when I was with her, but after I left my parent's house for the day the tears rolled all the way home.
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