The last three days were truly magical. So magical that I think it must have all been a dream. A dream from which I awoke the moment I drove over the border from Georgia into Florida. That is when reality bit me in the butt. First I got an e-mail from the commercial kitchen owner further restricting my baking hours at the kitchen and making it virtually impossible for me to prepare for the farmers' market. Then I got a text message from my brother telling me my mom was at the emergency room with a high fever and swelling. I tried to call him, but the signal would not go through in the hospital. My phone battery was almost dead and I could not get any answers. All the stress that had vacated my body the last few days came storming back. I felt sick, worried and helpless. We made it back home around 10:00, 1 1/2 hours past the end of visiting hours. My mom is having a cat scan and I still have no answers. The dream was replaced by a nightmare.
Many hugs and prayers for my mom,
Kathy
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