Thursday Oct 11.
When Jerry and I arrived at the hospital at 10:30 am, we found Mom in great distress. She was is terrible pain, and the nurse told us she was being given morphine for it. All I can do at this point is cry and cry and cry.
Donna arrives, John arrives. Joe comes by during his lunch hour. By the time Lenny arrives, Mom is looking better. she can't speak...the trach is affecting her voice box... but otherwise she is doing ok.
And we head back uphill...
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, little bits of improvement each day.
Is she out of the woods? The answer to that question is No. And we are not deluding ourselves that she ever will be. It will be Acute Nursing Centers once she leaves the hospital. She is not aware that most likely she will never return to her home and her beloved "Things". Just the thought of this is heartbreaking.
And we also know there will be more screaming before this ride is over.
I have no words to convey how sad this all makes me feel. I have said a prayer for comfort, for all of you. Thanks for the updates.
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