Birthday with Mom
Sunday, March 01, 2020
Since my last blog about Mom, there have been many developments.
Home care with part-time aides was not sufficient when Mom was released from the hospital -- even with the hospital bed, oxygen, and wheelchair that was supplied to us.
It turns out that spending eight days in the hospital drained what was left of Mom's energy and strength. She could no longer walk or even stand up; she now needed 24- hour care.
So she went back to the hospital while we looked for placement in a nursing home.
Fortunately, we got her admitted to the best one in the borough- and only a ten minute drive from my brother.
The family members all celebrated our good fortune in making that happen.
Once in the nursing home, Mom's 94-year-old feistiness was on display regularly. She told me of the medical team who came to examine and evaluate her. "One of them was very short and he didn't look a day over 15.". " Everyone was treating him with respect, as if he were a doctor". When he went to examine Mom, she said, "Don't put your hands on me."
" But I' m a doctor, " he replied.
"Not to me you aren't."
Last night, though, Mom was feeling severe shortness of breath, and she asked to be sent back to the hospital.
I got the call around 1am, and my brother went over to be with her in the ER.
This morning, when I walked into her area at the hospital, she said to me, " I made a choice yesterday. My breathing was very shallow, and I had the feeling that if I went for another twenty minutes that way, I would die. But I asked to be sent to the hospital instead. I couldn't do that to you, Sue.
Happy Birthday. "
She didn't want to die on my birthday.