Mar 29
3 min read
My mom had a stroke part 31: Tuesday’s blank page.
The time goes on, day to day, week to week, all of it a blur of moments of confidence turned to uncertainty and fear, and back round again. And despite the jagged chart of emotions, things remain pretty much the same.
I wonder now if I should even ask you to stay the course with me on this open-ended journey. I wonder if I write these posts for you or for me.
