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Processing the Day

Posted on 15. May, 2010 by Deb in The Girl

It’s best to begin at the end of the day: Mother is back in the hospital…at least for the weekend.  I’m not quite understanding the sequence of events beyond she was short of breath (she’s always short of breath), weak, and my father ended up calling  911.  When the paramedics got there, they felt it was best for her to get go to the hospital.  They kept her in the ER from noon until 5, then admitted her to a room finally.

She has six more radiation treatments left.  It’s helping as the tumor is about half the size it was when she was diagnosed.   But.  She is down to 69 pounds.  Granted, she has always been small, standing only 5’1″, but the weight loss is beyond extreme.

I have to tell you that I have come to admire my father and love him more, if that is possible, by seeing how he is caring for my mother.   Watching him drain her chest tube today brought tears to the eyes of her nurse.  My father drains her daily, something 90% of the nurses at the hospital haven’t done.

I stayed out at the hospital for about three hours, and have promised to go back by 7 AM so that my father, who she insists needs to stay the night, can go home, feed their kitty, and shower.

The earlier part of the day was spent with my youngest as we went for schedule mini-facials from Philosophy and then lunch so that we could pre-celebrate my birthday.

It’s been a longish day and my bed is calling to me….. Much love.