Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Last night I lay awake most of the night, knowing something... she was taken to the hospital by ambulance at 3am. My mother is dying. She had a stroke, a mild heart attack and has pneumonia. Without a 'living will,' she will be resuscitated if she stops breathing. Her dying could take a long time, as my father's did in ICU in a high tech hospital. But, essentially, she is gone. She'll never go home again. I feel very strange, though she is 89 and very thin and frail and we've known it could happen at any time. If I'm absent... it's because... thank you so much for your kindnesses, understanding.
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I am so sorry to read of this. I am not looking forward to this moment myself, but I know I will have to face it. I wish you and yours the very best and peace at this time.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your understanding and kindness, Yousei. She may pull out of this, not with full capacities, but enough to live at a nursing home perhaps. My brother was looking after her, and called 911 when she fell, and so she was at a stroke hospital within the hour, so while she can't speak, and may never walk again, she will likely survive this crisis, and after a month or so in hospital move to a stroke rehab facility... beyond that we do not know.
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