Coming Near the End

Mom was doing fairly well last week, then Thursday she ate dinner and was watching her Spanish Soap Opera. I went to get her plate after, and she was fine. Then I went in a half hour later and I couldn't wake her up. So I covered her well in her recliner, and checked on her a few times. I had Les go in with me at 5 am to see how she was. She had such thick covers we couldn't tell if she was breathing. So I got up close to check. Her eyes popped open and she said "where am I and what am I supposed to do" Scared the crap out of me. Yesterday she was worse and only got up long enough to eat and go back to bed. Today she got up and went to the bathroom with her walker. When she sat down, she mentally and physically was gone. I had to have a neighbor help me lift her up and take her to the bedroom and get her into bed. She woke up about 3 hrs later, didn't remember a thing and wasn't making much sense. I feel that will be one of her last times out of bed, unless she makes a miraculous recovery. She can't lift her own body. She can't think much at a time, my neighbor thinks she is either having mini strokes or the cancer is amastatising in the brain, which we knew it was heading that way.

Someone needs to let Afton know now. Mom liked that she had someone that didn't know about the cancer that she could just small talk with. I don't know how much longer she can use the phone if at all. It wouldn't be fair for Afton not to know.

Not sure what our plans are just yet. If she goes soon, I don't want to put her in a nursing home, but I'm not sure how I will know that. Guess I just need to pray a lot.