CANCER?

IT'S A ROLLER COASTER

In the past week, my mom has acted even more like her old self. She tells me to straighten up the room. She curses at me. She watches soap operas. 

And in the past two days, she has walked. Not very fast and not very far. But still. 

I wonder more and more: Is she still sick?  She has no pain. She barely uses the breathing machine. 

I showed her outside. She tells me about all the people who live across the street. 

And another thing that makes it seem like she is suddenly healed is that she has no recollection of her hospital stay or the week before when she hit rock bottom or the week after the hospital. 

But she remembers everything before that and everything since then. It's like those weeks never happened. 

In those blank weeks, she couldn't move her feet. Now she's walking. In those blank weeks, she refused or didn't want to eat. Now she makes requests. Before, she couldn't tell what she was looking at two feet in front of her. Now she recognizes characters on TV. 

What the heck?

THE TINA CURSING CORNER

It's back! 

My mom was anxious to leave her hospital bed. I told her it was too late for that. Maybe tomorrow. "Well Mr. Gene. You can go fuck yourself or do whatever the fuck you want to. Because I am going to the bathroom."

Mom thinks I messed with her computer during her blank time. "Who fucked up my shit?"

She did get a little confused the other day and thought a friend of mine took her computer. So maybe she's not completely back. "That little shit took it. And if that motherfucker comes back here, I'm gonna take my 38 special and fucking shoot him."