The pain of growing old...

My mom had a stroke last night.
An other one.

It took her some time to recover the last time ; she had problems with her memory and every day tasks. The recovery will take much more energy this time: not only her memory is affected but her speech and motion are as well.

I spoke to her this evening. She didnt recognized my voice. She knew who I was ; absolutely no problems with that ! But she didnt recognized my voice ; and I could tell by her tone that it scared the hell out of her as well.

Then it hit me: I might be getting old but she is getting older. And I am so not ready for that.