Thursday, April 7, 2014

It is unseasonably cold and very windy, and Mom is not well. I ordered an antibiotic and a very-low-dose diuretic, just in case fluid was building up around her heart. Not batting 100 here. Mom is not very responsive. She is listless and cold. Not even interested in watching television. But she does her word search puzzles in the morning.

Her last fall a week ago might have precipitated the increased confusion. Or maybe having M come stay with her while Rob and I went to the symphony was a bad idea. She brought her baby. Maybe the baby had a cold and gave it to mom. Mom is so vulnerable. Second guessing here. Who knows?

The sun. All we ask is for a warm sunny day. Not another night when I have to cover my daphne or the Korean spice viburnum—both laden with buds. Mom needs the sun. She needs warmth. Why aren’t we getting it? Is God conspiring against us? We aren’t ready to let mom go. For as difficult as this journey has been, we pray it isn’t over.