Down from the ledge

After picking Mother up at dialysis, we had our post-clinic dinner at O' Charley's. She said their rolls are a favorite of hers and my uncle Ron. It's a basket of four soft yeast rolls slathered with butter and baked just until browned. The heavy meal didn't sit well in my stomach at first. I believe the slices of pumpkin pie we took home for breakfast later will be much better. 

As we drove in to her neighborhood, we met up with uncle Ron, who had come to check in on her. I had left a voicemail earlier when I was melting down. 

Now Mother is sitting on the couch crying again at the thought of me leaving. "Sis, you make a good nurse."