Jack of Harts

There are good days and bad days. Sometimes we push ourselves beyond our limits and just have to stop. Sometimes there are small things that tell you things are getting better. Mom just told me that she can read books again. She hasn’t been able to read for months, because she can’t maintain focus. She will read a paragraph, and have no idea what she read. Now she can sit down and read a book again and remember it. She can sit down and watch a TV series she hasn’t seen in months because she couldn’t concentrate on it. Sometimes it is the little things that are enormous.