My mom-mom is a crazy old Italian lady. She is 88 but looks 70, lives on her own in the city, walks 5 miles a day and is one of the most independent people I know. She crochets and bakes for everyone she meets. She writes letters daily. She cleans for fun. When she is over at our house and is bored, she takes clean clothes out of my closet and re-irons them. In short: she is the best person I know. For years, we have been all begging her to get a hearing aid. She has needed one for a long time but has only recently given in because it has gotten really bad. She also is having a few other medical problems with her ears that have required a lot of doctors appointments. Because I am now living at home and have more free time than my mom, I have been taking her to most of her doctors appointments. She gets so annoyed that we insist on driving her to every appointment because she says she can do it herself but I think she secretly enjoys it. She knew I was coming to take her to an appointment this afternoon so she spent all day yesterday cooking so she would have food ready for dinner for us after the doctors. She had the dining room table set and had all these cute decorations out. haha! I don't really go over to her house for meals that often so she goes totally overboard when I do. I felt so bad that I ate everything she gave me without complaint, even though I felt so sick and uncomfortable after. I often say that the only person I care about worrying about me is Bear, but that isn't true. I hate the my Mom-mom worries about me and I could tell that eating her home cooked food made her really happy so I feel ok about it.