My mom

Hospital's are relatively revolting. Clinical, white walls, horrible sterilizing smell and those super bright florescent lights. Horrible.
The hospital my mom is in, is surprisingly pleasant. Well as pleasant as a hospital can be.
The walls are colourful, there are beautiful paintings on the walls, there are lush pot plants (probably plastic but still) and it has no "hospital smell."

My mom is OK (well not really, but I'm not allowing myself to go anywhere near pessimism.) She cannot sit up or stand up from the procedure she went through, so I cleaned her face this morning and put a little bit of make-up on her this morning to make her feel better and feminine. Poor mom. My mom is a class act and just remarkable, really.
She has been admitted until Sunday (we hope) and has become a pin cushion with all the tests they are performing.

It is so weird to see my mom in hospital. She's weepy and worried and I'm used to her being the strong one, the maternal and nurturing one and yet my sister and I have taken on the role of being "mom" to not only my mom but to my dad too.

Thanks for your comments, dudes...I truly appreciate it! I have a family away from home - you rock! x