Hey you sweet, wonderful readers of mine! Thank you SO MUCH for your comments -- your advice -- your prayers -- and your support. It means the world to me. You will never know how YOU keep me going when my family isn't there for me.
My daughter, Tammy, and I are both exhausted. Tammy spent two nights at the hospital with her Grandma, and I spent the rest of the time. My brother, James, has joined in, and he has been a HUGE support and arm to lean on. I thank God for that, because it was totally unexpected.
He stayed with Mom all afternoon today because I had another water leak in this house soaking the carpet in the hallway.
My car had something very wrong with it after it went in for recall work, so we had to take it to the dealership and leave it there all day.
We sat at the Social Security office for TWO HOURS before we finally got up and left because it looked like it could be many more hours.
We had to go to a Tag Agency to try to get a title for my Mother's car.
It seems to NEVER end!
My friends, Jolene, Di, Terry and Deb have all given me such good advice. Their love surrounds me every day and cradles my heart from the daggers some people toss at it. Phylly TRIED to talk to me, but my phone rings every five minutes, and I have to hang up. I know she is there if I need her. She was a TREMENDOUS help when I was caring for Jerry's Mom.
My husband is one-in-a-TRILLION! He is amazing with my Mother. I wish I could film it. He wants her back home WITH US just like I do. We don't know if we can do it, but we sure are going to try. He said he will put in a hospital bed and an alternating pressure pad and whatever else it takes.
She had two strokes after moving in with me, both caused by Atrial Fibrillation.
Stroke #1 affected her vision. I told Jerry that she was acting like she was almost totally blind. She has been blind in one eye for years, but she had perfect vision in the other one after cataract surgery a few year ago. The stroke took away the peripheral vision, and she can only see straight ahead of herself -- like in a tube. She can't feed herself because her hand can't land on the food right and can't find her mouth right. I'm thinking therapy will help that.
Stroke #2 affected her legs. That is why I found her on the floor unable to walk Tuesday morning. That is when we decided it was time for ER. We thought about not going because we knew how many tests and tubes and needles and strangers would be involved. Her life was already so hard. We took her though. She has been in the hospital since that day, and they have no idea when she will be leaving.
Some nurses are really sweet and caring. Others act like "Nurse Hatchet", and I don't leave Mother alone with them for a second. Neither does Tammy. Tammy works at the Heart Hospital right next door, and she knows all the owners and administrators. She is filling out a complaint form about some of the messes and some of the nurses.
The clamp on the urine bag was left loose one night, and a puddle of urine drained on the floor. Tammy was in her bare feet. She walked over to check on Mom. She stepped into it -- her foot slid -- and she nearly fell!
Thank God it wasn't me! There WOULD have been a scene!
I might even have called Princess Di!!! She would have told them how the cow ate the cabbage!
and Terry would have prayed!
Deb would have said, "text me when you can talk".
Margaret would have sent me a real pretty sympathy card.
Phylly would have texted me the words to a hymn.
Aren't friends just the best!
Mom is much better. They drained a liter of fluid off her lungs today. She was breathing so much better she just slept and slept. She wasn't sleeping good at all at my house, and no wonder! I am wondering if the doctor I took her to right after she arrived was really thorough enough with her. The thing is, she acts pretty normal sometimes. She gets really bad in the evenings and in the morning after she wakes up. Her appointment with the doctor was early afternoon.
If and when you pray for me, pray for my other siblings to get on the train before it leaves the station and never returns. Pray there won't be squabbling over who took what and where and when. I don't want anything and neither does Jerry.
We just want to take care of Mom the best we can.
What we do for her, we do for Jesus!
Not only that. There is that "you reap what you sow" scripture.
And MOST OF ALL: WHAT if that was ME in that condition!? Would ANYONE care enough to tackle the task of caring for me?
I keep hearing, "DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WILL BE!?
How hard was it for Noah to be the laughing stock of the whole town as he built the Ark?
How hard was it for Moses to face Pharaoh over and over and then have to put up with those complaining, ungrateful masses!?
How hard was it for David to walk out and face a Giant?
How hard was it for Abraham to take his only son up on the mountain prepared to kill him with a knife?
How hard was it for Jesus to be tortured and crucified when He didn't have to be?
How hard was it for Peter to be crucified upside-down?
How hard was it for Daniel to be thrown into a den of lions?
How hard was it for Mary to give birth to the Son of God, and then watch Him die at such an early age in such a horrible way!?
How hard was it for Mother Theresa to take care of those poor people living in garbage dumps?
I could go on for days!
If we toss out all tasks that are "too hard", we might as well crawl into a hole and pull the dirt in on top of us. I don't know if I can do it; but I promise you I will sure try to care for my Mother until her last breath here, and her first breath there.
Thank you all again for your comments and concern.