Mom was in good spirits this morning. I told her the snow would end when her long winter of knee surgeries was complete. Her vitals were strong in pre-op though she was grumpy because it took two pokes to get the IV set. But she laughed when we shared all the ways it could be worse. By the way she mentioned smelling a strange new odor over the last couple weeks, a slight sweet vanilla smell. I figure definitely could be worse things than vanilla scented skin, but she mentioned it several times. So I smelled her and can honestly report there is no vanilla that I can detect.
More to come when we get to recovery.