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The smells from the kitchen were becoming more intriguing by the minute! I didn't know WHAT was being cooked in there; it was nothing I'd ever fixed before, that's for sure!
I sat in my recliner covered in blankies, chilling from the effects of the IVIG infusion I'd just received the last several hours to fight my myasthenia gravis, a neuromuscular disease. IVIG Day here is always an automatic "Mom's Day Off" because I inevitably feel like warmed over whatever the day of, and a few days afterward.
I had forewarned Mom about this when she came up to visit for two weeks. She sat and watched the home IV nurse stick me three times trying to get an IV started and kept me company while the stuff ran in. We had a nice visit, the three of us - although I'm sure she was a little ticked at the nurse for hurting me:) "It's not the nurse's fault," I reassured her. I just have lousy veins!
"Come and get it!" my mom announced. My husband told me to stay put, he'd bring my supper in. I was amazed to see the prettiest beef stew I'd ever seen in a bowl, and it was so hot, fragrant and delicious-looking! I'm a great cook, but beef stew is not one of my strong suits. So getting it is a real treat!
I devoured the entire bowl with relish, enjoying every last tidbit. Then my husband brought me a refill! I was quite the little piggy!
It was an extra special treat when I realized, with a tiny tear forming in my eye, that it was the first time my mom had ever cooked dinner for me and I'm 45 years old! You see, my mom has visited me several times here in Nebraska but I've never turned her loose in my kitchen before. We just met eight years ago, you see; I was raised by my adopted mom, who died in 1995.
Mom, you can cook for me anytime.
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