Some days are tougher than others

Sunday was a pretty rough day. It may not be pleasant for you to read about this, but just try to imagine how unpleasant it has been for my mother. She has been confined to a bed for more than five and a half weeks, with barely any movement, and her digestive system is not functioning normally. We have reason to believe that the various medications interfere with normal bodily functions as well. She was absolutely miserable yesterday, since before sunrise until late in the evening, with urgency coming on but just never being able to feel like she was finished, and suffering severe abdominal cramping. She was also having that fear of the unknown wall of pain that I recall having when I was in labor with my first child.

Finally, by this morning, she was feeling a lot better and rested well for much of the day. She was even able to sit up in bed to exercise her arms and legs a bit with the physical therapists today. I pray that she may have more good days ahead of her, but some days truly feel like a setback to her. May she rest well tonight, please, God.