I've been trying to call mom most every day to get updates, since she's really not up to getting out of the house much. She's not using the walker anymore and is SLOWLY getting some of her strength back, doesn't feel up to doing her twice-a-week Bingo outtings with the girls. She's back to cooking again and doing dishes, but I can imagine she's generally pretty bored. Who knows how much my brother(s) is/are helping her. Mom tends to gloss over some of the ugliness in her life...denial is very strong in my family genes.
She gave me a fright yesterday when she said she had withheld that she had actually dropped to 77 pounds, but is back up to about 82 again (and she wants to ideally be at 110.) She's going to start putting protein powder in her food to help her gain some weight (hopefully) and the doc has also given her a prescription for appetite enhancers. I'm putting some Wild Oats soy-based protein powder in the care package I'm throwing together today...Danny had bought that a few days ago, since he's just as concerned as I am.
We're thinking a trip to Bossier City over Christmas is in the offing for both of us, although I might make a trip out there over the summer when I find a free week. It doesn't sound like there's a critical need to go visit right now, and I'd just get depressed by the condition of her house (the garage roof fell in three years ago, and it's been like that since).
As for me, I'm hovering around 210 and although I want to LOSE the 30 pounds my mom wants to gain, I don't know how inspired I am to work toward that.