I am home. AFter spending 26 days in a critical care unit, watching mom fight for her life, I am now back in my lounge, familiar surroundings, and it feels surreal.
Thanks again for the well wishes and pms and messages. I have not had time or energy to respond, and dont really yet either, just wanted to say I was back.
Mom still fights an uphill battle. its been just awful watching her suffer, and struggle. And at times I wonder why she does not just let go. But in the few moments of clarity, I see in her eyes her fight. I believe she wants to do this on her terms, and is trying desperatly to get back to her home, to die there. I dont know. The sad part is, she has months of rehab ahead of her. Probably. Though the speed her burns are healing has amazed even the most hardened doctors. They are gobsmacked.
But she is still so unwell - this has taken a HUGE toll on her physically and mentally, and we don;t know yet if what we are seeing are the effects of the trauma, which will ease and go away with time and detocing from morphine I guess - or, is this what she has become as a result. She is unable to speak. Unable to swallow. Needs oxygen. At times shouting out and screaming but not aware she is doing this. Coughing up from her lungs. Its just so hard to understand why she keeps up the fight but she does.
SO much has changed. It gets even worse. We have discovered her affairs are NOT in order, and she has made some very very bad decisions financially. The picture jut could not look any worse than it does.
I had my 50th birthday in the midst of this. I had planned for a long time to find myself a little memento to mark the occaion of the milestone. What it was like turning 50, etc. I never dreamt what I would end up buying would be a cast iron heart.
So, signing off for now, with heavy heart,
BL
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