Puddles

I was still not really “getting” that my mother was dying here. We’d had discussions about Hospice; we’d talked with palliative care specialists; but, it’s different to look your mother in the eyes and realize that you are letting her go. I wasn’t entirely ready. Yet.

TALES FROM THE MOTHERLAND

<– Mom, just three months ago, with her frozen stare.

Last night I went to visit my Mom. It had been nearly a week because I was in Chicago through the weekend and this week she has been resting each time I’ve gone by or called. So Thursday night I decided to over around 4:45 and wake her if she was resting. Dinner is at 6:00 so I figured it would be the best option.  When I arrived her side of the room was dark. I turned on the light over her bed and her eyes sprang open. “Oh, hi!” She said softly. Her eyes smiled, but her face changed little. Honestly, it was a shock for me. She has lost so much weight in just a week, her cheeks hollow, her body sunken, that I was taken aback.

I knew that she has been refusing food, sometimes for days…

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About Dawn Quyle Landau

Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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