Monday, January 26, 2009
More on Mom
My sister just called. Mom's been pretty out of it for the last two days -- sleeping curled in a fetal position in her hospital bed, with an aide assigned to sit next to her and make sure she doesn't throw her legs over the edge of the bed -- and has managed only occasional coherent phrases to me and my sister. Today Liz spoke to Mom's doctor, who's going to call in a hospice consult.
Thank goodness. If we're looking at the inevitable, let it happen at home, in as much comfort as possible.
Today I'm wearing a bracelet she gave me -- the last gift she picked out for me herself, instead of sending a check -- and I've been looking at the things in my office she made or gave me. I realize that I'm already saying good-bye, although I hope that's premature. My gut tells me it's not, but my gut's been wrong about these things before.
Well, we'll see what hospice says.