Thanks so much for the encouragement. 
 
profderien - I am certainly no saint. Trust me!!! I was blessed with wonderful parents. I do so enjoy them. My mom and I have some pretty wonderful talks in the mornings and nights. I am a daddy's girl and he worries about me so much. But you are right in that the role reversal creates some pretty challenging situations. 
 
mffowler - thank you so much for the websites. Two of them I aready know about. And it was cool to hear someone echo my "knowledge is power."  
 
Now, I want to tell you about some of the joys of my life - other than my parents. 
 
1. My husband, Charlie. He is the kindest, most gentle, loving man I have ever met. Many days he works all day and then comes home and takes over for me. He has developed into a really decent cook. He does all the wash because he doesn't want me to have to travel up and down the stairs (we live in the basement of my parents' home). I can't say enough about him. 
 
2. My 2 daughters. Jennifer just turned 30. She is married and has a daughter and son. She does training for the McDonalds Corp. She is a beautiful woman inside and out. They live in Michigan so we don't get to see them too often. 
 
Katie will be 29 next month. She has been in the Navy for 9 years. She is here in Louisville doing recruiting so she can be close to her Granny and Gramps. She and the Navy get along really well. Hopefully this is the year she makes chief. She, too, is beautiful inside and out. 
 
3. Our grandchildren - Brittney will be 8 in March and is so so smart. She is the first grandchild so, of course, she holds a special place in our hearts. She is the spittin' image of her mother at that age. Michael is 4 and he is something else. One night I got a call at 10:30. When I saw the number on the caller ID, it startled me. Naturally, I thought something was wrong. It was Michael. He had gotten his mother's cell phone and decided to call me to tell me that he loved me. His mother had no idea that he had done that. 
 
4. Our German Shepherd, Max and our 2 kitties, Winston and Susie. Max is quite the character. We got him at 8 weeks old at the Humane Society. He is too smart for his own good. I swear that understands everything we say. I know he can spell <BIG LAUGH> Susie was a stray that came to the place where my last job was - starved and pregnant. Winston, we adopted from our vet's office. Winston clings to me when he knows I don't feel "up-to-par." He sleeps with me - wherever it is I am sleeping and Max lays on the floor next to where I am. At 100+ pounds, he's too big to lay on the couch or in the bed. :-) Susie, however, is Charlie's cat.....but we won't go into that. LOL 
 
Those are only 4. These joys are what gets me through. Our kids and grandchildren keep in constant communication with us. The weather has been horrible this winter for my fibro. It's raining today and the temperatire is falling so it's a take-it-really-easy day. I will lay down at 1 as I do every day whether I sleep or not. 
 
Thanks again. 
S