In times of crisis, I bake. As soon as you see me whipping up one load of cookie dough, cake mix and chicken roast after another, you know there's something up. And this week, there was plenty of baking: - around 60 cup cakes: plain vanilla, chocolate and carrot cake, with vanilla, chocolate and cream cheese icing - a dozen raisin buns - a dozen brown buns - 2 white loafs - 3 brown loafs - cauliflower-potato bake - pizza and I bet I forgot some stuff too. There was plenty of reason for all this baking too. Last Wednesday, my mom had her operation. She was admitted on Tuesday, and after seeing the gynaecologist, anesthesist, dietician, thrombosis nurse, ward nurse, stoma nurse and countless interns and other nurses, she was wheeled off early Wednesday morning. Too many hours (and a batch of brown buns later), we got the phone call: operation a success, but patient quite ill. Instead of returning back to the ward, she was transferred to ICU. My mom had lost quite a lot of ...
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