  It seems mom really thinks tomorrow is it. My Godfather called tonight to ask when her birthday is and if we should throw her a party. I told him I thought we should wait and see how things go, that she may be in treatment that week. He told me, "but she said she only has one more. " I told him that was wrong, and that it may be up to three more months.
When I went to pick her up, the back door was unlocked and I went in to find her asleep. I said her name, but she didn't stir. I figured she was pretty tired, so I let her nap. It disturbs me that I could get in and watch t.v. for 15-20 minutes before she woke up. When she did, she didn't even notice me sitting there. She just picked up the paper and started reading.
Needless to say, it startled her when I spoke. She told me as we went to dinner, I feel o.k., but I don't feel quite like myself . Ditto. 
