Yesterday, Dennis and I drove to Lincoln, Ne. and brought my mother back to a local hospital to finish her physical therapy. She will be at the hospital for up to a week (I doubt she will be there that long), then will return there twice a week for a while for therapy sessions. She is a proud and determined woman with a high pain tolerance. Today, she said she walked around the hospital a couple of times unassisted (her idea, not the doctor's). The only problem that remains is the nausea that continues to plague her. She has been fighting that since the surgery. I told her to be sure to tell the doctor about it when he makes rounds, because there are medications that can help with that. My dad was there visiting her today, he was sporting a new shiner that he got on Sunday. But that's a whole different story.