First things first: Mom's T-Tube removal was successful. She recovered nicely and didn't have any of the uncomfortable side effects that go with it. Right out of the hospital, she was visiting friends, attending festivities and parties, and hanging out with Auntie Perpy.
Here are some pix from a get together at my mom's house. Just a small get together to welcome Auntie Perpy and be amongst family.
Mom enjoyed having Auntie Perpy around. She had a new driver! Auntie Perpy was very brave driving the streets of L.A. I had a great time photographing Auntie while she was here. It brought back memories of my dad photographing her at the music center way back in the 80's, her model hey days. It was a full circle moment! Check out this glamour gal in her slideshow from our beauty + glamour session!
When I think of how far Mom has come, it is truly a blessing from God that she is healthy and happy and we are able to still make new memories together. God is Good.
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