The Short Version of the Weekend's Events

Spent an hour writing a short novel of an Audrey update for yesterday and the night before, and my eyelids got too heavy to write more before it was finished, so it will just have to wait. Short version is, picc line accidentally came out Sunday night, back in the OR yesterday to replace it, then spent a wonderful evening in the music room, just now survived a third picc dressing change, and she now has laryngitis which has me scared about the stent eroding into things it shouldn't. Gagging has calmed, cough is better, nose is runny which seems weird. Plan is to check things in the OR tomorrow, probably take out the stent to look at the tissue and see how she's handling it in there, if the leak hasn't healed and tissue looks ok they might put it back in through Friday, he really wants it in a full seven days if she can handle it. She's kind of miserable today actually, despite wonderful care and sweet nurses. My mom heart is broken for her. But yesterday inspiration finally struck and I wrote pages and pages in the wee hours and again in the late afternoon, and two beautiful songs are taking shape. For that reason alone I am glad to have more time to work on them this week and hopefully reach a point of satisfaction to record them. It's an odd juxtaposition to have a mother's nightmare and a lifelong dream in the same place, but in a way I guess you could say we are truly living life to the extreme.