My mom had a stroke part 11: Truth

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I usually soften the edges of the visits with my mom, leave you to fill in the blanks, but if you’re in for the journey you might as well know. This is what our visits are like.

My mom’s room at the new place is supposed to be temporary. It’s in the quarantine wing, but it’s large and comfortable and has its own tree outside. We thought she’d be moved from the area set apart by Hollywood-style plastic…