tangerinegreen555
Well-Known Member
Haven't been around for a while, went to my 93 year old Mom's New Years Eve around 6. She hadn't been doing well the last 6 weeks, kept telling me that she was 'old' and couldn't be expected to do what she used to.
She asked me to help her to her bedroom, normally a ten second walk...after 10 minutes, we had made it about half way, she had to keep stopping to take breaks. Then as we entered her bedroom, she collapsed. Not an unconscious collapse...her legs simply would not hold her up anymore...
I had to call an ambulance, they took her to the local ER and admitted her, did lots of tests as her doctors told me there was something more than just geriatric problems here.
After 4 days of tests, they determined she had advanced cancer that had metastasized all through her...on day 5 she was placed in hospice care and just 3 short days later...she died, having never even known that she was seriously ill...
She lived independently her entire life until the last week...I'm crushed, don't feel like doing much...even getting high doesn't feel so great right now...
The hospice people called me tonight and asked if they could do anything to help. I told them going back in time 30 years and being able to relive them would be nice...other than that, there's not much anyone can do.
Maybe the family and I will feel better soon...seems pretty bleak right now. Cold and snowy here...and any inherited money seems valueless...
Nothing hurts more than irretrievable loss...nothing.
She asked me to help her to her bedroom, normally a ten second walk...after 10 minutes, we had made it about half way, she had to keep stopping to take breaks. Then as we entered her bedroom, she collapsed. Not an unconscious collapse...her legs simply would not hold her up anymore...
I had to call an ambulance, they took her to the local ER and admitted her, did lots of tests as her doctors told me there was something more than just geriatric problems here.
After 4 days of tests, they determined she had advanced cancer that had metastasized all through her...on day 5 she was placed in hospice care and just 3 short days later...she died, having never even known that she was seriously ill...
She lived independently her entire life until the last week...I'm crushed, don't feel like doing much...even getting high doesn't feel so great right now...
The hospice people called me tonight and asked if they could do anything to help. I told them going back in time 30 years and being able to relive them would be nice...other than that, there's not much anyone can do.
Maybe the family and I will feel better soon...seems pretty bleak right now. Cold and snowy here...and any inherited money seems valueless...
Nothing hurts more than irretrievable loss...nothing.