For the first time since I became so very ill, I will be visiting wm this coming week. I've missed my son, however, I've been a bit scared of seeing him. He's grown larger than me - he can be aggressive & outright mean. I'm not up for mean or aggressive on any given day. That part of wm I do not miss. wm has been prepared for the change in my appearance; the changes in my ability to walk & in some cases communicate clearly. He knows that my hair has fallen out in patches & that I generally wear scarves. He hasn't been made aware of how weak I am - he is no dummy. If I'm walking with a cane or a walker I can be knocked over easily. wm's therapist & 2 male workers will be there - you know, just in case. I can't say enough - wm is one angry young man. And I love that angry young man & have missed him. Part of the anger has been my inability to get out to see him with-o the proper prescribed interventions in place. Prescribed by my doctors & wm's doctors. husband has backed this up implicitly. So, I get to see my ever angry young wm on this coming Thursday. I'm hoping to have a good 20 minutes together - I'm bringing his favorite treat. Olives. Along with the latest edition of Harry Potter. Please keep your fingers crossed. This is exciting.