Andy M.
Certified Pretend Chef
Sounds positive, PF. Glad you're on the mend.
I am sitting by my Mom's bed, as I have been for a week. She went into hospital while I was in Ontario. She is dying. My Dad is in denial. What I wish someone had told me was how hard this would be. I didn't know her eyes would change colour, or her skin. I didn't know the howls she would make in the night would chill me to the bone. I didn't know how hard the floor in her bedroom would be to sleep on.I didn't know how hard it would be to give her that first dose of morphine, or how much easier it would be to give her the next dose. I didn't know how hard it would be to deal with my father who is totally in DENIAL as he writes his Christmas cards and wants us to have Christmas...no offense to DCers who are Jewish, but I am preparing to sit Shiva and never want to acknowledge Christmas again. I read her columns out loud to her that she wrote for the newspaper they owned when I was a child--fun times, try hard to hide my tears and that lump that climbs into my throat and almost chokes me. I read her Winnie-the-Pooh and, I spend a lot of time sitting in her room. I also sneak up on her hospital bed and cuddle next to her as I try to keep my tears from flowing. I know I shouldn't do that, but that is where I can finally get an hour or so of sleep, with my head on her chest listening to her heartbeat holding her clawed hand in mine. A daughter's relationship with her mother is one that cannot be explained. I know my Mom's heartbeat from the inside. I will miss her every day for the rest of my life. I am madder than h#ll at my brother for dying and leaving me alone to deal with this. He better be ready to take her home.Even though I would love just five more minutes befure I let him have her.
CWS, I am so sorry that you are having to go through this, and going it alone. Remember that if you did not love your Mom so much, it would not hurt so much. I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers as you help your Mom leave for her new life.I am sitting by my Mom's bed, as I have been for a week. She went into hospital while I was in Ontario. She is dying. My Dad is in denial. What I wish someone had told me was how hard this would be...
It took me two consecutive winters with the flu in the early 2000s to send me for my flu shot each year afterwards. Oddly enough, those were years with limited public exposure. I never got the flu when I was a Girl Scout Leader, religious ed instructor, did food demos in a grocery store, or worked in a mall wrapping gifts. Christmas season was a real stew pot of germs, and yet I never got more than a little sniffle with no other symptoms. Odd. My arm issue was with the pneumonia shot. When I got the first dose, I could not lift that arm at all for 36-48 hours. My upper arm was pinned to my torso; all I could move was the lower half, looking a lot like a T-rex! Thankfully, the second shot had no effect.We got the higher dose vaccine and I had slight ache in my arm for about 24 hours, my husband felt nothing except the cold swab of alcohol. One case of the flu in my life time made a believer out of me... we get the vaccine
The bell rang at 1:00 p.m. Christmas Day...my dearly beloved Momma got her wings. I was so very blessed she was my Momma. My voice was the last voice she heard, the last touch she felt as I planted one last kiss on her forehead--and then she flew away. She was there when I took my first breath, I was there when she took her last. I will miss her every breath I take for the rest of my life.
The bell rang at 1:00 p.m. Christmas Day...my dearly beloved Momma got her wings. I was so very blessed she was my Momma. My voice was the last voice she heard, the last touch she felt as I planted one last kiss on her forehead--and then she flew away. She was there when I took my first breath, I was there when she took her last. I will miss her every breath I take for the rest of my life.
Thank you for your kind words ad sympathies. No regrets. I would not have traded the 3.5 years of caring for her for the world--even though it meant I gave up my life. No regrets. So glad I could spend that time with her. So blessed. Not everyone can do that and I am glad I could.You have my most sincere sympathies. You were the best daughter you mother could have wanted and you should have no regrets for that.
Best wishes and prayers for healing.
Good Luck KL, I hope this works for you.