Speech therapist Liz working with Mom on swallowing.
She's doing well, still in therapy three times a week but without tubes and able to get around on her own. Still feisty.
I haven't written much since her stroke, in part because I've been at her place a lot. Also because it's been hard to concentrate.
I'm ready to write again now that she's improving.
Mom's first night back at home, when she crawled into Dad's hospital bed to snuggle.
And I can focus on gardens and travel and birds and dining and the joy of living.