After a month in the hospital and then a few more weeks in Nashville, it was determined that my mother's health was going in a better direction than had been initially assumed upon her release. The diagnosis/prognosis had been quite shitty, but then she and her body went and did the opposite of what was expected, which was, and is, good. So, she and my father returned to Sewanee. I had come down the day before. A friend prepared a dinner for us, which we shared with cousin H. and his wife C. Delicious and much appreciated.
This is what my father looks like when he is trying to be dainty.
While none of us are quite sure that we are really and truly 'out of the woods' I think both my parents were glad to be home, and that some of the stress and craziness of the situation could be lessened. I have found that just taking it one day at a time can work up to a point, and I think that's all we can do in this particular situation.