Mom slept in a bit this morning. It wasn't until about 7:45 AM that she walked out of the bedroom all by herself, announcing "Good Morning!" It surprised us both. Mom woke up pretty chipper but after my doing her vitals, and her eating breakfast and taking her meds, she was wore out again and so she fell asleep in her chair.
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| Morning Kisses on my Sparkling Clean Mama |
She woke up around 10:00AM, so I offered to get her bathed and put on fresh pajamas (her favorite pair) for the day. After brushing her teeth, she was wore out again and fell back to sleep in her chair until 11:45 when Aunt Jeannene stopped over with some delicious hot lunch and dessert for us to enjoy. What a blessing to have hot food delivered to the house! (I could get used to this part of this journey. LOL) Aunt Jeannene is such a good cook and she spoils Mike with rich, tasty desserts that melt in our mouths! (Yes, he shares a sliver with mom and me.)
Aunt Jeannene filled mom in on all the happenings at the apartment, while Mom enjoyed the delicious cheesy, baked pasta dish! Mom even wanted a little piece of the dessert. She has sure enjoyed having her diet be a little more lenient that it normally was. It's time for her to enjoy and savor some of her favorite foods (within reasonable amounts, of course). Comfort measures and her happiness are what we are focusing most on these days. And it makes me happy to see her enjoying the few pleasures she has left.
Mom doesn't have the desire to read, watch TV, work on puzzles, or even listen to books. I offered to read to her a little each day, but she turned me down. I think it's hard for her to focus and remember and it's just easier for her to accept if she doesn't have to try. She does get very restless and says she is going to go crazy if she doesn't get up and move - mind you this woman hasn't set more than a minute in her entire life: you guys know how hard of a worker she has been for most of her life. But her body is so weak that she can't make more than a lap or two back and forth in the living room and her legs wear out and she plops back down in her chair. She does her daytime sleeping in her chair in the middle of the living room. I offered to move her chair into her bedroom so it would be quieter and less interrupted but she tells me that she likes being near me, in the middle of the room, where she can see what I am doing - when she isn't sleeping.
Another kindness - Mom's hairdresser, Nina Collins, has offered to come to the house to cut Mom's hair. What a sweet lady. Mom is just too weak to go to her salon. So that was another unexpected blessing that will take place his weekend.
Sometimes when she asks to get up to walk, she says things like "What I am getting up for?" or "Am I supposed to be walking? Can't I sit down?" or "Where am I supposed to go?" or "Do I need to go to the bathroom?". When she first came she would walk for 30 or more minutes. Now she goes back and forth once or twice and quits. Her legs are getting really weak from lack of use. But she still walks to the potty and to her bedroom to sleep at night and back to her chair come mornings, so we are thankful for that. I know that won't always be the case.
She has lost more weight again. She is at her new record low. Her arms are so thin and I can see her ribs on her back when I bathe her. Quite a shock from the chubby little mama that I have loved for so long. Only her legs remain plump from the extra fluid she is carrying around. I wonder how little she would weigh if we could get that remaining water-weight off her. I am guessing she is carrying at least a gallon of extra water in her body, which I think is 8 pounds, if my thinking is correct. She is starting to cough up more phlegm from her lungs again. She had stopped that for a while but it's more frequent now again. With the decrease in urine output, there is nowhere for that fluid to go... so it just slowly fills her up inside.
So we continue to wait again today for the Lord to call her to Himself. She asks daily why she hasn't died yet. I just keep telling her that we have to wait until it's her turn.
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