Mom is still in the hospital. She's passing blood - something that had happened before several years ago, but this is different - without getting too graphic, it's not a blood and *use your imagination*, it's blood and mucus. Not good. The CAT scan showing some inflammation, so today they are going to follow up with a colonoscopy. I spent yesterday with her, bathing her and just holding her hand. She'll be 81 in a few weeks and it just seems as though her body is breaking down. This is a long drawn out affair, tough on everyone, but I can't even imagine how hard it is on her - for years my sister and I always said that my mother is childish and completely narcissistic. She is, but she is also far tougher than I ever imagined. We were talking about next steps and she just talked about how she would handle whatever treatment or surgery came up. It never occurs to her to just let go. I've always thought that if in her shoes, when I got to a certain point, I would just want to concentrate on the time I had left and to love my family as much as I could before I went. My mom doesn't feel that way. As long as there is a breath in her, she will fight.
On a lighter note - I stopped at Moore Brothers wine company on the way home from the hospital. It is my all time favorite wine store and I rarely get to go. I selected two Chinon Cab Francs and an Alsatian Pinot Blanc (mind you I have no.more.storage.space) and was in the middle of a tasting when my phone rang. It was the owner of Amalthea Cellars vineyard and he wants me to start working there on weekends! I have precious little time, but I really want to do this. I think my next career will be associated with wine - if I were ever to be in a position to follow this dream. Wish me luck!