As part of Mom’s on going treatment for a leg hematoma sustained from the accident three weeks ago she goes to a wound care center three times a week. The wound care doctor is great and entertaining too.  When the hematoma is debrided it seems to be very painful.  Mom just white knuckles her way through the entire procedure.  It’s hard to watch.  The doctor calls Mom a T.O.B. for the way she handles all of pain.  A T.O.B. is a tough old broad.  It is said with affection and humor and Mom laughs about it.

I would agree that Mom is a T.O.B. because she is handling this as well as you could expect in these circumstances.  She’s handled cancer, the death of her parents and many other challenges within her life.  You are an inspiration, Mom.

I’ve elected through this time in my life to share some of my thoughts and feelings through this blog.  I’m not  sharing everything I am feeling from this time because somethings are private and need to stay that way. I’ve decided to share some things because it feels like I have two choices in the light of recent events:  close down and shut myself off or open up and be a bit vulnerable in these times.  Vulnerability comes at a cost too.  It means I also have times when I pull myself away and tend to my soul.  I’m a Tough Old Broad in Training (TOBIT).  Watch out world.