Does anyone have grandpa's Prop Me Up on the Leaning Side poem somewhere? I could use it right now.

Andrea's mom had surgery last week. She has spondilitis (I'm sure that isn't how its spelled - her vertebrae tend to fuse together) and her neurosurgeon operated to relieve some pressure on a nerve. It was pinched and she lost the use of her arms because of the pinching. She's 89 and isn't recovering well, plus the surgery doesn't seem to have relieved much of anything. We've spent the week trying to find a nursing home that doesn't freak us out. She can't go back to the private home assisted-living arrangement she was in and its just been a nightmare. The caregiver is NOT wanting to give her up even though Helen obviously needs skilled nursing at this point and she is only a CNA - plus we never did like her and her house gave us all the willies. It never seemed clean and it stank of urine. She seemed far more interested in remodeling her private living space than even putting in things like a proper ramp etc (she had a piece of plywood laid over the steps). If Helen hadn't been so insistent about moving there from the nicer facility she'd been in, the family would never have put her there. On top of it, Helen's husband, Charley, was admitted 2 days ago for a collapsed artery and renal failure. They're still unable to operate on his heart because they can't stabilize his kidneys. He's diabetic and has had several heart surgeries already. It doesn't look good for him.

Anyway, that poem would do me a world of good about now - if someone has it.