Mom, hanging in.

My mother is holding on at the hospice. Astoundingly so. With a creatinine level of close to five, she should have checked out weeks ago. I was talking to a hospice doctor I know about her condition and he was shocked. Her mental condition is remarkably cogent. It shouldn't be. Total kidney failure. She gave up on dialysis and all other medication weeks ago. I am worried about her, constantly dreaming about her, but she looks like she is indeed bulletproof, an unusually strong person.

She woke up today asking for vanilla ice cream. Jessica got her some haagen daz. My mother and my wife actually share the same birthday, August 23rd. They are very much alike in many ways.

But my wife hates vanilla, being a total chocolate lover. I, on the other hand, love a good vanilla, and ascribe my passion for its more subtle charms to superior genes.