The whole saga about the memory patch seems like ancient history so much has happened this week. I still don’t know if Mom took the patch off or not…. one phone call, yes; the next phone call, no. It doesn’t even matter anymore.
Mom’s in the hospital — again. Third time in as many months. The nurses know her by name as her bed is wheeled into place. She gained 20 pounds this week; all water. I have called her every day, but I didn’t make it over there. How can things change so quickly? She gave no indication that she was retaining water. The Cardiologist had just given her a stable report. But here we go again…. Her heart won’t go out of AFIB…. And she is so confused; hard to hold a coherent conversation with her. She is still trying to cover, and if I didn’t know the truth, she would be somewhat believable. And that’s the hitch. She isn’t doing well physically, and she is very confused — but tries to cover. I don’t think she’ll be going back home alone. I should have been better prepared. We knew it would come to this, but it’s come much faster than we anticipated.
If she is sick, she’ll be willing to come here, but once she is a little better, she will be wanting to go home. I don’t blame her. It stinks. Everyone wants to live in their own home. So sad.
I need to get some books — I need to get educated on this. I need to get prayed up!
God, please give us all the grace we need in the days ahead. Help my siblings and I make these days loving and nurturing and sweet. May my Mom feel loved and cherished. We’re going to need your help. And even as I write this, I feel a peace about it. I know you will give all the grace we need to walk this road. You have been faithful in the past … I can trust the days ahead to you. And that is comforting.