My mother’s health has been declining for several years and list of chronic conditions kept getting longer. But modern medicine and the fact she was younger than the average life expectancy of American women lulled me into thinking she had many years to come.
Over the past few years she’s been hospitalized at least annually and always made it through each crisis. It seemed like there was a new medication, diagnosis or ongoing treatment each time.
I thought last week’s hospitalization would be the same. But it wasn’t.
Within 24 hours the prognosis went from going home the next day to a “Do Not Resuscitate” wristband being placed on mom. The doctor advised my sister to let the two of us that live on the West coast know our mom was extremely ill.
I think that was code for hurry up and get here. I’m writing this on the way to see mom for probably the last time. She’s already unresponsive and I’m so sad that I may never hear her voice again.
Saturday, my Mom told me she would be late sending my birthday card. She was thinking about me (and I’m sure all my siblings) despite her illness. I’m thinking about you too Mom.
Editor’s Note: My mom passed away last night after a two week hospital stay. This post was written April 4th on my way to see her. She did rally enough that we were able to speak again. She was very loved and will be missed and remembered by her husband, four children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.