My mom had a stroke part 31: Tuesday’s blank page.

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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.

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Writer of humorous science fiction, preventer of doomsday at the hands of Aunty Ida, and cozy mystery author. Check out my books: http://goo.gl/mGO2Gp

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Writer of humorous science fiction, preventer of doomsday at the hands of Aunty Ida, and cozy mystery author. Check out my books: http://goo.gl/mGO2Gp

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