So I've been thinking about last Memorial Day. Mom was healing from her back/leg pain and walking with her dad's cane. We went to Margate and ate at Ventura's Greenhouse on the beach next to Lucy. In order to cross the street, Mom had to wave her cane at the cars going by, hoping that someone would stop to let us over. It was a good bit of walking, but Mom was a great trooper and she had such great spirits. The weather was cool but it was nice to be out among the people.
After lunch, we went to a friend's house for a short visit and I remember saying, "They (lab) must have made a mistake. No way could those blood results be right."
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