Thursday, March 05, 2020
Mom passed tonight.
I was with her all day when she was in the hospital.
I was there when they took her by ambulance back to the nursing home.
She struggled with her breathing, and it only got worse as the day went on. I reminded the nursing home staff that she needed the morphine so she could breathe and sleep. They responded quickly.
They replaced the oxygen tubes in her nose with a mask because her blood oxygen was low, and she was breathing primarily through her mouth. She seemed more uncomfortable.
I held her hand, and tried to comfort her, but her breathing did not smooth out after she received the medicine.
There was nothing else I could do for her. I could not bear to stay any longer and watch her labored and congested breathing.
I was leaving her in the good hands of an attentive staff.
On my way out of the nursing home, I stopped off in the chapel and prayed that Mom would not suffer. Her condition was not going to improve; it would only get worse. I prayed that she would go quickly and not linger and have her symptoms worsen with each coming day.
When I got back to my brother's house where I was staying for the night, my brother greeted me at the door telling me we had to go back to the nursing home and say a prayer over our mother's body.
I felt my prayers had been answered.