Oh my gosh, Candy! What a nightmare for you!

I've been thinking about my Mom this evening. When I was very young, maybe 7 or so, a motor engine fell over on Mom's foot and crushed it. She was told to stay off her cast completely, but with two small children and a tyrant for a husband, she couldn't. She developed deep venous thrombosis.

All these years she has had to wear the same kind of stockings except hers are made like pantyhose. My feet and legs are sore just from the pressure of the knee highs for one day. How in the world did Mom put those things on everyday, take care of us, run the household and put up with the tyrant?

My Mom drives me crazy sometimes, and believe me it's quite mutual, but I have gained a great respect for Mom today. She might have mentioned they were hot or something small like that, but she really never complained. She just did what she had to do.

'Funny how life sneaks up and teaches you a lesson sometimes...

Jan