Oh, but on the good side?

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I've been noticing something remarkable.  With work, better food, fresh air, and more freedom, mother is looking younger.  She has dropped ten years off her appearance from when I first saw her at the nursing home.  Seriously.

As well, she is beginning to lose weight, as well as gain muscle while losing fat.  Not at a sprint, but that it is noticeable at the two week mark, perhaps faster than thought.

A year here, and they won't recognize her.  Then again, I'm not sure they would already doubt a picture, certainly being with her friends and some family.  She is really doing better.  It still catches me out, when I forget, and we are talking over morning coffee or a meal.

I honestly... didn't think she would... help?  She is far more able, albeit with a good bit of help here and there, than I am.  But I really am on death's door, and have been for decades.  Still, at her age, I really didn't think she could do much.  As it turns out, the limit is more my capacity to set her up to work that is the limiting factor.  Oh well.

Now for some sleep.  Or very shortly.  Later.