tough

I watched her eat.
I watched her drink.
I watched her do this by herself.

I watched her move her arms and body to pull her self up.

I heard her talk.
I heard her make sense.
...and not make sense.


I noticed the bald spot from the chemo.


I felt the guilt as she begged us to just bust her out of there...she even bribed us with money. :)
I felt the sadness after she said "I just want to sit on my porch. Just once."
I felt her frustration with me because I just didn't understand what she wanted sometimes.
I felt pure overwhelming happiness because the last time I saw her she was still using oxygen and a feeding tube.  She was not speaking and hardly ever awake.  She could not move the left side of her body at all.


If there is one thing I can take away from all that she (and my other family) has been through:

I come from tough people. 
We don't give up. 
We persevere through the worst.
...we are just awesome like that.

(by the way---I got my cholestrol down.  No meds for this gal!)
***See....we don't give up :)