My mom is still with us after a massive stroke on 8/31. She is so strong. At 42 she beat stage 4 cancer 24 years ago, at 46, 20 years ago she survived a heart attack during an EKG and artery rupture during angioplasty, all brought on by radiation damage and subsequent lung damage she was on oxygen for. Those times are marked by the pregnancies of both my children. After a very hard week of her being mostly nonresponsive, declining comfort feedings and appearing to be fading, yesterday seemed to be what many call rallying with more chatter but only half of what she said was true, delirium, she said the dog beside her was pretty. Rallying it might have been, but I'm in denial of that. When the doctors said she would most likely make it 20 days, I didn't even realize day 20 is my birthday. I'm taking a chocolate cupcake today. It's been a month and one week since daddy passed. I keep hearing him say "give her to me". Getting closer to that day 20 prediction (and I know these things can't be predicted)....i am terrified of that day coming.