I got home to Texas yesterday late in the day, before the storm hit. I'm happy to be here and not in OKC – the weather looks really awful there. And worse in lots of other places. If you are reading this from the big frozen middle of the country I hope you have power, food in the kitchen, and sewing to keep you happy.

We've been feeding lots of birds. The cardinals just would not stay put for a picture.

In other news, for those of you keeping up with my family, my sister is out of the hospital and home.I admit that I was not happy about it. I think she needs a bit more looking after than the dog will give her but there you go. She is an adult who makes her own decisions. I just hope that she's correct and that she can take care of herself at home. I will be very happy to have her prove me wrong.

My sister was happy for me to replace her as my Mom's trustee, which was what Mom said she wanted too. So yesterday I took a stack of papers to Mom and, with one of her good friends and another witness present, she signed everything necessary so that I can make decisions for her. My sister went with me later to the bank, more signing. Then back to Mom for even more signing. Today I was able to legally pay her bills and that made me feel a bit better. I hate late payments and penalties!

Mom is taking this all in stride, happily thinking about moving to Texas. It really makes me smile – she said with all seriousness that all she really wanted was a comfortable bed and toilet that fit her. (The one at Bellevue is too tall and hard for her.) And then there are a few pieces of furniture that she'd like to have, but if not that's OK too. She's just happy not to have to worry any more. Being the constant caregiver for my sister really took it out of her and she just can't go back to that ever again.

So now I'm going to be working on getting them both to Sherman. The first order of business will be finding a doctor willing to take Christy on as a patient. She's on Medicare which may help. After that things may move quickly. And, I hope, smoothly.

Do you remember reading on this blog about Jack's fascination with YouTube cake-making videos? Well, he decided that I needed a princess cake for my birthday. We didn't have time to have it on my actual birthday which was fine. It was really nice to have it tonight.

Lorna and the kids got the body of the Princess Castle Cake done today. They brought it here to finish…

Jack helped…

Elanor helped…

Jack especially liked embellishing with jelly beans…

Isn't it pretty!

And it was very tasty!. It's all gluten-free. That doesn't make it calorie free but really, one piece of cake can't be so bad for you! That, and the piece I've put back for tomorrow. I can resist a lot of things, but not cake. I was glad Lorna and Chris took the bulk of it home with them – otherwise my pants might not fit on Monday.

Elanor ate an icing and sugar covered cone. She was finished before any of the rest of us.

On the plus side, my Mom is doing better. She’s more coherent. She likes Bellevue and her roommate. She’s also sounding happy about the possibility of moving to Sherman.

Now for the downside. On Tuesday evening we ended up taking my sister to the emergency room. She ended up (6 hours later) in ICU. As much as she wants it to be true that she can take care of herself, when mom isn’t there to help, bad things happen.

It’s not like I ignored her on the days I was back in Texas. I called, she said she was fine. She didn’t sound all that fine but she’s an adult and she doesn’t want me to be her keeper so I went with what she said. By the time Steve and I really figured out that she was no where near fine it was almost too late. At one point her blood pressure was 39/18. Honestly, I didn’t know you could be alive and have blood pressure that low.

She may be out of ICU in a day or two. Then she’ll probably be in a regular room. Her doctor intends for her to going to a nursing home. I’m not sure she’ll agree to that if she’s coherent and strong enough to walk out.

I don’t know how this is all going to work out. Mom is not going to be able to play the role in my sister’s life that she did before her surgery. I’ll do what everyone does in this sort of situation – the best I can. And I’ll hope that’s good enough.

I sincerely appreciate all the comments on yesterday’s post. Steve and I did some quick research. My neighbor, Joan, also suggested I call mom’s church and that was a good idea. They were able to put me in touch with a nurse that works with Catholic Charities here. Between that contact, the social workers at the hospital, and the wonderful physical therapist we were able to quickly narrow it down to Bellevue Nursing and Rehab center (http://www.bellevueokc.com/index.htm)

We visited and it’s a bustling place. Happy atmosphere, not depressing. It doesn’t smell! It’s been owned by the same family since the 50s and the staff turnover is not high. The rehab facilities look good. I won’t worry when we drive away.

Mom will be sharing a room and that’s a good thing. I hope she likes her roommate but if she doesn’t perhaps that will provide more motivation to get better.

Amazingly enough mom sort of wanted to talk about plans form the future so I brought up the notion of her and my sister moving to Sherman, where we live. She seems ready to sell the house. It would be really wonderful if that idea takes root in her mind! Things are better today than yesterday.

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I just got a call and, while mom is doing better, she's going to need to go to a skilled nursing home. She's less mentally fuzzy but she is so tired she can't stay awake long enough for regular rehab. And she is in no postition to find her own skilled nursing home. That means I'm going to be doing the choosing.

She has Medicare and a Blue Cross policy so she should be good for at least 20 days. I'm going to Oklahoma City tomorrow morning to start looking at the possible choices. Any recommendations? What should I look for?

Here's Mom and Dad in better days…

At least things were much better when I left the hospital at 2:30 this afternoon. Mom is still confused and really tired, but she isn’t crazy (and I say that in the nicest possible way). Oh happy day!

My mom and my sister, Christy, live together. They both love mugs. It must be genetic because I myself have quite a collection. This is one of mom’s oldest mugs and I really, really, really want to make off with it. But I won’t. It was part of a set but it’s the only one left. I remember it from my youth. There are no markings on it but I do believe it’s one of those classic Nordic designs that have come back again. It would make a good appliqué pattern!

My father-in-law got the real Alzheimer’s diagnosis today. One person in my family universe starts to find their mind, another is loosing theirs. It’s funny to think that this mug will be around longer than my mom and I will always think of her when I see it (because surely she will will it to me:-))

That’s what I hope happens with my quilts. They make me so very happy as I make them, I love sharing them, and someday they will be what makes people remember me. Is that why you quilt?

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