Pomme Terre

The other good news was that the swelling in the brain did not get bigger. Thus, the doctor hinted if mom's condition remained stable, or better improving, I could bring her home. Yay to progress!

I obtained the discharge note. I cleared the hospitalization and medicinal fees. Even if I am jobless now, my mom and I could survive for another 5 or 6 months. I will deal with that later.

No amount of reading or hearing experiences from others could adequately prepare me for bringing home a stroke patient and take care of her. No, I am not complaining at all. This is my mother and it is my utmost privilege! However, truth be told, my whole life had gone topsy-turvy. My life is not my own anymore.

When I took mom back to her home, where we will now be staying indefinitely, the place was already equipped with bed and facilities to ease her daily functions.

"Welcome home, maman. Don't you just hate the smell of the disinfectant in the hospital? No more of that," I monologued with my mother. Conversationally. "Ahh... perhaps you are not gonna miss the hospital food too. But I must warn you, mom, my cooking is somewhat on par with theirs. Hahaha."

I lifted mom's frail body, which felt like dead weight. Thankfully I was trained in the gym.