nannarob wrote:
Hartzofspace: I applaud you for being honest with yourself at this time, Robyn. Your description of your mother sounds a lot like mine. She has recently come to live with my brother, here Florida, and I am so glad that she is not in with me. My private name for her, is The Bottomless Pit. No matter how much you throw in there, it's never enough
That's exactly it Hartzie!
Today I knew I had to get Mum to hospital because she was in terrible pain. At first I did not state that it was life threateing when I called the ambulance although I told them she was dying. To my amazement I wanted her to die at home. I called the ambulance again as she was getting distressed, then again as she found it difficult to breathe. They came with sirens screaming and got there just in time to save her.
I was sorry that they did save her because she was ready to die.
The next part of my story happens again and again with her. Once a few years earlier we were called urgently to emergency as she had broken her hip. Some hours later she comes limping out - she had only bruised it. Quite a few times she has been rescued from the brink of death and bounced back.
So it wasn't a heart attack ...it was the drugs she was on, which had been assessed by a leading heart specialist a few days earlier! Her heart was going slower and slower and sloooower until she almost died. When we left her this afternoon even her lips were pink!! ! It is the recurring story of my mother.
It is only on this forum that I can be so honest and tell it like it is. Thanks everyone.
I just went through similar stuff, with my Dad, who passed away in July. I heard it second hand from my brother, who was having to deal with hospital staff, nursing home staff, red tape, and meanwhile watch my father have one medical crisis after another. Several times we thought that he was a goner, and then he'd bounce back. It was sort of like watching a candle that is burning down. A brief flare of brilliance, then guttering down, and then flickering into light again...
I felt guilty wishing it was over, but it was taking a toll on him, as well as his loved ones. And it was the end of an era, for me, when he passed on.
Here's a rare Hartzofspace hug for you! (( ))
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