There was a wise old owl who sat in a tree
The less he spoke the more he heard
The more he heard the less he spoke
Why can't we be like that wise old owl in the tree?
Speech must die to serve that which is spoken.
We are well ladies! Computer problems! Sorry! I might have to leave and have just emails or Facebook. Appreciate each of you for friendship! Friends lift you up when we need it! Shirley
Hello, I feel better, in terms of my mood. On Friday, the doctors told me to tell the family that Mom was dying, that what she has is fatal. If she survives, as of today, they will have to sedate her. I don't know why, because Mom was recovering.
Not even the doctors believe it. She will most likely be home tomorrow, but they have warned me not to get my hopes up. There is no cure, but we didn't expect this and I don't know how long this miracle will last. My doctors
say that, due to the effort of caring for my mother for so many years, my knees have gotten worse, I have fluid and effusion in my knees, and the tendon in one shoulder is worn out because I have been caring for her for 5 years, as she is disabled and has Alzheimer's. I'm using a walker, and now I'll continue to do so, even though they tell me I can't, especially with everything she has now, she needs more, but they tell me to put her
in a nursing home, and I won't put her there, especially with this, well, I'm not going to go on, because I'd never finish. Thank you to everyone who asks about her. I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. Have a good day. Blessings and hugs, María.
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