I sit here typing this today about a week from Mother's day in the hospital with my Mom. A discussion with the Dr today bring's me to the realization of how fragile life is. My Mom fell and broke her leg in July '07, and I had to put her in a nursing home after that for what I thought would be rehab back to her feet. One thing has led to another and she has spent more time on her back and in the hospital and has never walked since. She has had bouts with pneumonia, bed sores, infections and on and on, each time getting weaker. Today, the Dr. says I should really consider hospice.
He says they have hit a brick wall with her treatment. They tell me that hospice will continue to treat her issues, but that she will be made more comfortable until end of life comes. Sorry to unload here, but thought this would explain my absence to meetings, on the board and generally, just being a stick in the mud. Please, make sure you spend the time with your Mom's and make sure they know you love 'em. I think the meetings I can make will be therapy, so I will try to make them when I can. Mom tells me to keep 'living' and to keep on doing.
Thanks, Tim.
Thanks, Tim.