Mom spent a week with me. She drove me to my doctor's appointments. And at those doctor's appointments I realized that I'm leaving the "sick" side of this illness and entering into the "recovering" side of it. It was a really, really good feeling. There once was a time when I didn't know if I would ever get better. But with God's loving care, I now know I will.
Before we left the house Mom said, "Come one, fix your hair. Put on some makeup. You need some pictures with your daughter." And I did because I realized that I didn't want to look like a sick person anymore. The weather was beautiful. But not as beautiful as my Jane.