“I went to my first session at the gym on Saturday, and I was so sore I could hardly walk on Sunday, so stayed home and groaned all day. I went back on Monday and again today, though, and the soreness is gone and I do feel better.
“There’s one of those machines where you lie on your back with your knees bent and your feet in some stirrups (I had flashbacks of when all you kids were born. I expected someone to stand at my feet and holler ‘PUSH!’). Anyway, the machine pushes your butt up as your legs come apart. It can go slow or fast. A friend was with me at the first session and I told her I wish I’d had that machine at home when I was married to your dad. It would have made having sex with a drunk so much easier.
“I’ll see how it goes wearing the prosthesis all day long when I start back to work on Monday. It should be okay since I only work my fingers on the keyboard all day and that shouldn’t make it work loose.”
How do I love this woman? Let me count the ways!
It’s been one year since mom’s battle with breast cancer. She went back for her one-year checkup and is cancer free!
My mom is my hero. She is everything I’m not but hope to be; everything I want to become. I think I could die tomorrow and be happy with the idea that I was never as great as she is, but that she was my mother.
That would be enough.
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