this weekend

Camping: good, despite the invasion of Cub Scouts and their shrieking.

I inhaled so much goddamn smoke though, now I'm feeling like a coal miner. The damp weather at night hasn't helped much, either. We did have a fabulous fire on Saturday night, however (thanks to me).

It's the Wicker Man!

Thee Pumpkin Girl is one of the best people to go camping with. Especially when glowsticks and string are involved.

I didn't go see my mother when I got home, as I originally planned to do. I was completely wiped out from the trip (and the requisite loading/unloading of the car) and wanted nothing more then a shower and my new Charles DeLint book. I did speak to her on the phone for a bit, though. Something which hasn't been possible for a long time.

I don't know what's going on. When I saw her on Thursday, she seemed more mobile and alert then she has been in ages. She's still totally unable to take care of herself, but she isn't the broken, totally unresponsive shell lying in bed that she was two weeks ago. It's so fucking bizarre.

She also said that she doesn't want to go back onto hospice, which will be discussed more in depth with her tomorrow.

Is this the short upswing that near-to-death patients are said to have? Or is she actually getting kind of better? I seriously doubt that her cancer is going away, especially since they told us she only has a month at this rate, but what the hell is going on? I don't understand it.

I can't handle this yo-yo stuff. It makes my head spin.

grr.

Tomorrow is her 60th birthday and I will be bringing her chocolate ice cream. It's going to be a hard day, I already know it.