Since my mother’s surgery was successful and she was feeling fine, we decided it was fine to return to mocking her mercilessly but with the added twist of going after her dignity. It was noticed that the bag of urine connected to my mother was filled to the brim and the reserve bag was attached to that one was on its way there. My brother asked if my mother’s liquid diet was responsible for Lake Liz. I pointed out that the bag was marked Property of Yonkers Raceway. Good times were had by all.In a final blow to her self-respect, I documented her march down the hallway to stretch her legs. Since she had surgery, there were things to lug along with her down the hall, including her big bag of pee.

Here’s the pee parade:

I only wish I could sit on this last photo for years only to remind Lisa of the time she posed happily with my mom’s bag of pee.