D H mom was taken ill last night, Copa and Serenity. She is in Intensive Care. I will check in as I am able.
This post brings up so much for me. I am tired but will try.he would be grateful, for her sake, if this is her time.
This part really brings up a lot for me. My mother, too, loved life and had a strong life force. She too, wanted to live. Even as she died, she wanted to. Before I made the choice about the feeding tube, I asked her if she wanted to die (even though she was resisting food and could not safely eat). She answered "of course not." Given her attitude (and my grief and frantic desperation) M and I both believed that given the fact that she did not have a malady that she was dying from...and one doctor said she could potentially recover...we would leave it in G-d's hands. We felt to deprive her of food...when there existed a routine means to deliver it would be something we could and would not do.She was a strong, vital, laughing woman.
I know. This is not a woman who lets go. Never of one of her children or her grandchildren or anybody else who she loved. This is the woman who went to advocate for her 15 year old Dear Granddaughter to tell those people who her girl was, where she came from and who she belongs to. She cannot let go. It is not in her.He wishes, for her sake, that she could let go and come into whatever comes next, for us.
Yes. A celebration of beautiful family, Cedar. How perfectly beautiful a vision. I am tearing up here. Whatever way it goes. Everybody wins. That is how she made family.He feels we all need to stand by her as she comes through whichever way this goes
Good for her.She has been telling the nurse what she wants in Italian. One of her daughters said, "Mama. The nurse only speaks English." D H mom said, "They don't listen to me in English, either!"
Isn't that great? How great it must have been to wake up and to see you all there. I am glad D H Mom is a Mama and not a Mom. I will call her D H Mama. Isn't love of life a wonderful thing? (I'm back in bed. Not depressed. Just tired. Maybe I will see if I respond to a little bit higher dose of the anti-depressant.)She is happy to be back. We told her she'd given us a scare, and she said she scared herself, too.
I love this. She has a visitor and she is graciously back in charge. Give her one kiss for me, please, Cedar. Tell her she has a secret admirer, please. In Italian.She recognized me, told the nurse (in Italian) to bring in some chairs, and asked her daughter to bring me coffee.
I love this. She has a visitor and she is graciously back in charge. Give her one kiss for me, please, Cedar. Tell her she has a secret admirer, please. In Italian.
Cedar, how far do you and D H have to drive to get to the hospital? Is it in another city? How is D H? How are you, Cedar?
I grew up with a bedroom window overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I watched ships go in and out of the Port City where that is now the Big City that I refer to in my posts.There was an ocean-going cargo ship visible from D H mom Intensive Care window.
Well, we have that in common. Pizza is my favorite of forbidden foods. I just love it. M hates it. I bought the pizza peels and stones and pans to make it. But I have nobody to eat. Do you know I went to Italy in 1972? Northern Italy.She loves pizza.
87 is young. My Mother got so ill at 87 and died at 88. Is D H the oldest? Cedar, when did D H Dad die? What was he like? Was their marriage a good one?
Did you mean Canada here, Cedar, or did the brothers emigrate to Italy from another country? I am thinking you mean Canada here. That is where my grandparents first went. It was easier to get into Canada. My aunt was born in Canada, Winipeg, I think. My mother was born in Minneapolis.D H father and D H father's older brother emigrated first to Italy