A Stroke of Bad Luck
I should be writing about how visiting Mom has its ups and downs but we see her every week, hold hands, hug her when the staff isn’t looking, are scolded by her, find that sweet spot and convince her to laugh with us, and generally walk away satisfied that she is doing fine, given the circumstances. Instead, I’m going to write about seven-hour waits in the hospital, TIAs, the amazing ability of doctors here to speak multiple languages (including almost perfect English), and t