|My father hugs me on my wedding day.|
Over the past year or so, I've noted that my mother and her siblings and peers have entered that "end of life" stage: prolonged hospitalizations for "minor" ailments like a broken bone, dementia, cancer. Some are in long-term care facilities; others are cared for by a rota of their children and loved ones.
Last night, I got a group Facebook message saying that my mother, who had not been feeling well, was at the hospital with congestive heart failure. An EKG shows that she had recently suffered a heart attack.
For the next few hours, as updates trickled in, I debated whether I should drive the seven hours to be with my family. In the end, I was assured "not yet."
|My mother with her husband, in 2013.|
Mom battled colon cancer, and beat it, but never really regained her strength. About eight years ago, my younger sister, Christine, bought a house along with my mother and her husband. My sister lives on the lower level; my mother upstairs.
And although Mom is weak, dependent on a walker to get around, her husband has been happy to fetch and tend (to the extent that he is able; he also is in his late 80's). Lately, Mom has been staying in one spot most of the day. With the bitterly cold winter, she was housebound.
Until this health crisis, they have never had any in-home services or care, but it seems that some housekeeping and perhaps some occupational therapy are in order. The care she needs is clearly greater than Christine (with her full-time job and family) should be expected to handle on her own.
If you are the praying sort, please pray for comfort for my mother, for peace for her husband, and for respite for my sister.
All in all, it's another reminder that, some day, there will be another call. Not looking forward to that.