I know that doesn't make any sense but I have not had a good 2016. I just checked and my last post was a month ago when I promised to work on my quilt during my next vacation.
Well that was last month. Mom was in the hospital back in April. I could tell she just wasn't recovering or eating much. Brother and Sister started pitching in a bit more, not much but a bit.
So I had my birthday on May 18th. Mom and I went to dinner as usual. On the 19th I took her and her van to get it inspected so she could get the license tabs for the year on it. May 20th, a Friday and my day off, brother calls, moms not well. On my way over to the house, sister who was at the house with my brother and mom calls to tell me the same thing.
I get there and I call the paramedics. It took some convincing on their part to get her to go to the hospital. They get her into my car and off we go. 8 hours of sitting in the ER a nurse finally mentions that its a stent that she had that had closed off and that she needed to be transferred to another hospital for surgery. I leave her there in their hands until the transfer.
At this point I called my boss to take the week off to help take care of mom after the surgery. When she gets to the next hospital I get the call that she had arrived at 9pm that evening. Off I go to the next hospital. I do not get to see the admitting doctor but I did get to talk to him on the phone.
The news was not good. She was probably down to 75 lbs. and the doctor said very malnourished. I agreed with him. All of us had been trying to get her to eat and she just wouldn't. The next day I went to visit to see if there was anything that could be done. One doctor that would be doing the surgery was somewhat hopeful and they transferred her to the ICU unit. In a matter of hours she showed signs of decline. With brothers and sister in tow, we met with the doctors and decided not to push the surgery that the doctors were sure now that she wouldn't survive. All we could do was make her comfortable and pain free. They said that she only had a day or two.
You know the hardest thing to do is walk back into her room and tell her there was nothing else they could do for her. My brothers and sister left the hospital shortly after. I stayed and tried again to get her to eat something whatever she wanted and she just wouldn't. At this point I knew she wasn't really there all the time as she kept kicking her legs and moving her head from side to side. They had already started the pain meds and I just sat with her for another hour. She would open her eyes and ask me if she was dying. I couldn't lie to her and choked on the truthful answer and then she would just kind of fade out. After the third time of answering her question, I had to leave. The hospital had my number and I no sooner got home than the phone rang. I got my brother and headed back to the hospital and called my sister and other brother on the way. She had passed away minutes before we got there.
Being the only one of the four of us with a somewhat sound mind I went out to talk to the attending nurse. Stupid question but I had to know that she wasn't alone, and she wasn't. The nurse had stayed with her as well as the admitting doctor. I asked the time and cause and the nurse took the information for her transfer to the funeral home to be with my dad who passed away in 2010.
My DD had been to the hospital that morning and brought baby Lucas for great grandma to see and I'm glad she had gone to the hospital. Aiden has asked about his great granny and DD still has a hard time explaining that she is in heaven with great grandpa.
I do apologize for all this but my dysfunctional family has no clue as they did not answer moms questions or stay longer in the hospital with her. I got up the next day to go over to the house to take care of moms dogs only to find everyone there going through everything at 7am. I didn't even bother to tell them about what happened after they left, they didn't care.
So no longer having a sound mind, everyday is a challenge dealing with family. Moms house is empty, her dogs at her request were put to sleep and I deal with work, my house and cleaning out and fixing up moms house to get it ready to sell.
When with I get back to work on my quilt? I have no clue. It is pinned to the wall and what is finished, still looks good to me.
This is DD from 2013 with my mom and the last picture that I know of that shows her healthy and happy.