My DMom is 91, and as her doctor says, is the equivalent of a car with about 500.000 miles on its engine. I was called home because I was told the end was near..have been here since Sunday. Since Saturday she has only taken in about 8 ounces total of Ensure and maybe 8 ounces of sprite. She is in and out of consciousness and has very shallow breathing. Hospice has left a comfort kit, but the CNAs taking care of her (she is at home with 2 round the clock CNAs) are trying to limit any drugs. She is sometimes in pain, but they are reluctant to give her the morphine, or the haldol or ativan for her agitation/hallucinations. She can only whisper at best at this point.
I HAVE to fly back home....I have 4 kids and a full time job and I am getting grief from work. I have said my goodbyes, and we are at peace....she is an incredible lady and whispered to me to fly home to my little ones and not to cry- that it is time to pass the torch and she will be fine on her new adventure. It is killing me to leave her, but I feel I have no choice- I am just sitting here waiting for her to die, and I am not DOING anything. In a way, it seems she is waitng for me and my sibs to leave so she can go.
My question for the docs....how long can we expect her to linger here on earth? The hospice nurses alternate between hours and weeks.....what has been your experience in a situation like this? She has no real "disease"- just a very worn out body (leaky heart valves, survived three strokes, a heart attack and she has COPD).
I don't want to lose her, but I know I must......and St. Peter better have his books in order....she was a CPA for a powerful tax law firm, and as they say, she ran the place for years (ran those attorneys ragged). I have a feeling that heaven is about to be audited by the grand matriarch......I only hope St.Peter and his assistants are ready!
I HAVE to fly back home....I have 4 kids and a full time job and I am getting grief from work. I have said my goodbyes, and we are at peace....she is an incredible lady and whispered to me to fly home to my little ones and not to cry- that it is time to pass the torch and she will be fine on her new adventure. It is killing me to leave her, but I feel I have no choice- I am just sitting here waiting for her to die, and I am not DOING anything. In a way, it seems she is waitng for me and my sibs to leave so she can go.
My question for the docs....how long can we expect her to linger here on earth? The hospice nurses alternate between hours and weeks.....what has been your experience in a situation like this? She has no real "disease"- just a very worn out body (leaky heart valves, survived three strokes, a heart attack and she has COPD).
I don't want to lose her, but I know I must......and St. Peter better have his books in order....she was a CPA for a powerful tax law firm, and as they say, she ran the place for years (ran those attorneys ragged). I have a feeling that heaven is about to be audited by the grand matriarch......I only hope St.Peter and his assistants are ready!