I had a post written for last week but my mother took a turn for the worse and my priorities changed. She hadn't opened her eyes when I visited for two weeks prior. She was sliding down in her wheelchair despite our attempts to keep her supported. Her 79th birthday was last Tuesday and the hospice nurse called me to say that my mother wasn't eating but was still drinking protein shakes. I visited her after work and she ate some birthday cake. On Thursday, the nurse called again to say that she wasn't able to eat or keep liquids down and was in a lot of pain. She said the end was near and she recommended liquid morphine which I approved. When I arrived a few hours later she was still in a lot of pain and they said that the order for morphine had to be called in, filled, and delivered. It wasn't there yet. I waited for two hours stroking her hair until the drug finally arrived and she could sleep. You would think that hospice would be able to keep a small amount on hand for such occasions. For the next few days, I watched mom slide closer and closer to death. Finally, I got a call at 4:30am on Tuesday that she was gone.
It's been a long, terrible journey with vascular dementia, a type of dementia I didn't know had a name a year ago. I am glad she is finally free of pain. I took the week off to get things organized and just take a break. The funeral won't be until next month when everyone is available. I'm trying to decide how long I want to stay in this house. My sister will transfer the title into both of our names in order for me to stay if I want to since she is over 55, as this community requires one person to be over 55. I have some time to decide.