Finally finished the cross-stitch of gymnast Anastasia Grishina. It was a tight squeeze on fabric I cut too small. I've had a problem with that lately. Some sort of "math-block" thing. Instead of putting her in a frame, she'll become a pillow using this fabric as a border and backing.
A roller coaster ride of a week. The weather finally turned nice this weekend, but I've been such a wreck emotionally. Talked to my mother on Tuesday and after 20 minutes of discussing the weather, the garden and the malfunctioning washing machine she suddenly announces that she has just returned from a doctor visit and that she was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. I am devastated. She, on the other hand, is quite relieved. For about five years now she has struggled to knit, to write clearly and most recently to walk at a normal pace. She said she thought she had a brain tumor! Now for my mother to say such a thing is really out there. She is the rock of the family; never an outward emotion about her. So for five years she's been suffering silently thinking she had a brain tumor. I really don't know what to make of all this. Since a few days have passed I can now see her 'happiness' in receiving this diagnosis, rather then the horrible one she expected. I spoke to her Friday, after one full day of the medication, and she said she had written a check. OK, in the ordinary scheme of things this is not a big deal. But she had been foisting off that duty to my father in order to hide the fact that she could only print her signature, and quite poorly at that. This is a woman who grew up in the Catholic school penmanship tradition of the 1930's and 40's. She was also a teacher for 20+ years. So to sign her name rather then print it was a huge turning point. I am wondering if the drug could be that effective in one day, or maybe she is just more confident now in her own abilities. Any one out there with Parkinson's or a relative with this disease feel free to fill me in.
A few pet snaps to brighten a rather rambling and awkward post.