Seemed like 2023 was too big a mountain to climb again but so many steps were ignored that I almost floated up it's incline.
January of 2024 saw Mom gain twenty pounds in three weeks. She was accumulating fluid and this affected her mobility, breathing, and eating habits. Eating less yet gaining weight. Fluid retention.
She became a child. No longer an adult to avoid confrontation with but a child to watch after. One day she asked permission to sleep in her recliner in the living room as it had become too difficult to navigate the bed. Request granted.
February came around and she was barely mobile. Trips to the bathroom were more than a challenge for us. Hospice was suggested by her doctor, and the decision was made to do it at home.
One Saturday morning she breathed her last and it wasn't at all what I envisioned. She seemed the same as she had been the past few days, just not breathing. There had been a struggle with a growing distance between each breath, and finally it grew so much that she simply didn't make it back.
I love you, Mom. Thanks for putting up with me for so long. Glad I could do it.
Immediately, I had to go into overdrive with arrangements to be made, the dispositioning of Mom and Dad's stuff and then finding a new place to live. Time was of the essence as Mom's rent was double what I could afford on my own.
But I shut down for a month and didn't do squat other than funeral arrangements and some dispositioning of this and that. Exhaustion.
Time's essence grew more intently, and yours truly got off his butt. I even found a place to live.
One day after a phone conversation with a mover I saw blood in the toilet. God help me.
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