Home Sweet Home.

She's improve dramatically. She still can't feed herself, or really put too much stress on her liver or kidneys, or go to the bathroom, or stand up, or breath very well... or even stay concious for more than a half-hour or so at a time. But she's much much better. So I went home. I'm very tired... none of us got much more than three hours of sleep at a time, since she needs someone with her most if not all of the time.

I'm home, though, and surprisingly, it feels good. And it's looking like I'll get to see my mom alive again.