I have so many admissions into hospitals that I have completely lost count, years ago. Between spinal fusions (three), staff infections, not knowing what was wrong with my stomach for years and then finally figuring out that it was idiopathic refractory gastroparesis, the admissions list is excessively long.
Through all of those admits my mother was always there every day, day in and day out no matter what. Always kept a smile on her face for me and always came with all her love and support. (And some chocolate too but shh!
Lol.) Lately I’ve been on other side of the bed and damn does it give a whole other level of appreciation and respect to my mother.Read more on themighty.com