Morning

Sorry for not writing last night. I got in late, spent some time with my mom, and then crashed.

Before leaving the hospital yesterday, my mom received 2 units of blood. The blood gave her enough energy so that, when she came home, she was actually able to climb the stairs up to her bedroom. She still has some energy this morning, but she's very weak. Drawn. Withdrawn.

Her thoughts are clear, though her words are few. Earlier this morning, she asked me, "Are you scared." I said, "A little. Are you?" "I'm okay," she said.