Morton

The shit hit the fan today. My mom is doing relatively okay. Her liver mets are starting to give her some pain ... but not so bad that she needs to take extra doses of pain meds. Her energy level has been better ... she's been holding longer conversations and cracking jokes. Her temperature has been running between 99 and 102 ... but it immediately responds to advil. I still worry about her lungs--her breath was crackling when I watched her sleep today. But she's doing okay.

The shit on the fan has to deal with other family problems that I can't talk about here. I want to assure you that none of it is immediately related to me. I'm okay. You know, considering. Details in private.

I'm still considering the possibility of coming back to Seattle on Tuesday, as scheduled. But I have no idea whether that's possible right now. Will let you know. Because, my god, I'd kill for time spent with you. Today was one of those days when I had to step back and consider that all this is REALLY happening. Most days, you just go with it. There's always something to do. Even when you're just sitting there, there's always something to pay attention to--the time, the breathing, where the sunlight hits her bed. Today was the same--but my head would get clouded and I had to catch myself and say, "Stay with this. Stay with this." And if not that, then the pounding at the back of my head--when I wanted to cry to her, "Don't leave me."

And P.S. I'd kill for time spent in ANY of those cities where you live, not just Seattle and Tacoma. Teleportation, anyone? Laurie ... pod system?