I know this is a quilting blog, but sometimes I just have to vent and do a therapy post. You all may be sick and tired of it, but I just need to! Yesterday, my sister and I thought was the day our mother was dying. We both sat by her side holding her hand while she slept doing some apnea stuff, scaring us to death. In fact, I was so sure of her dying, that I let some of my favorite staff members choose a hat from her hat collection on the wall to keep themselves. After work today, I went to see her. Someone was feeding her, she was clear minded and weak and when I left she was reading the New Yorker. Found this article on AOL today, C.Diff....It is exactly what is contributing to her demise..I hope I never have to go to a hospital!