Kitties! Mom is still in a bad way re: sciatica. Will it ever end? Yes, but it's taking its time.
MOM: They will see me at therapy today, but no treatment Just paperwork. I'll be lucky to have treatment by next week. Meanwhile pain is bad-and who knows when the first treatment will happen. Dr. refuses more pain relief, so, on my own over doing it on tylenol. Doesn't help much but it's the thought....
My dear friend Mary Roever and her cat ---Mariodacat ---are much in my mind. Mary passed the same day that Paula did. Mario is living with her daughter and son-in-law. He must be about 16 at least, by now.
Mary and I were close. Amazingly so, considering we hadn't met. I had plans to fly there however. She called me each day for years, for several hours at a time. And I will tell you, she was the one to comfort me when Admiral had to make her last trip to the Vet. I was beside myself and wanting to keep her home. Mary made me see the selfishness of that and gently let me know it was already past time as my baby was suffering. She talked non stop to me for several hours before I left...while I got ready...when I took Admiral to the car, and every inch of the way to the vet. We were both crying every second of that terrible day. She was there to comfort me and hold my hand so to speak, when I had no one who would go with me. Family couldn't, and friends wouldn't, saying it was "too sad". I will never do that to anyone should they ask for me to be with them. Never. She called me the minute I got home from that horrible trip and until one of my boys made it to the house. She comforted me when I agonized over waiting.
Turned out we were in the same town in Florida at the same time..and she worked as a secretary in the same building that my then husband worked in. That's when our friendship started. Who knew until she got Mario's blog started, and she mentoned Palm Bay. That made ME write her. We taked on the phone. She knew all the places I mentioned and generally where I had lived. D, (Don, her husband) was in he Army and she was there waiting for him to muster out. We all became fast friends.
This is a memorial in its way, to Mary Roever. I will miss you dear dear friend. I didn't get to talk to you the past several years because you weren't able. But I remembered and remember, you always.
Katie and I send our love, as we always do.