Saturday she washed dishes. She took a couple of breaks to spare her back, but standing at a sink for a long time is hard on anyone. Saturday evening she folded clothes in the livingroom. Her physical therapist has worked household chores into her exercise homework, and it's working out beautifully. It gives her something productive to do with a visible result, and most importantly she gets to check a box on her homework sheet when she completes the task. Process oriented people like that sort of thing.
On Sunday we went to church. Mom wore a new panama hat. She was reluctant because the other hat had been working quite well for her. But she looked like summertime in it and she received a lot of compliments. Here she is, enjoying a before-service fritter with a friend from church, Margaret.
After song service Paul invited people to go forward for prayer. Normally I ask Mom if she wants to go up. But yesterday she turned to me, took my hand and said "Let's both go up together." Last Thursday I started having some chest pain that makes it very difficult to breathe deeply, cough, sneeze, laugh. So Mom wanted me to receive prayer. It was humbling to have my mom, who is battling cancer, lead me by the hand down the aisle so that I could be prayed for. I can't begin to describe how it made and makes me feel. I have the most amazing mom.
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