Mom's in Hospice care as of today. I signed all of the papers and met with a Hospice Social Worker. I met Mom's Hospice nurse, he is awesome. His energy is so calm, even while I felt like I was on the verge of falling apart, Mom's nurse helped me hold it together in front of my mom.
Comfort measures only. No heroics to keep mom alive, just keep her comfortable until the end arrives. It's all I ever wanted for my mother.
Mom could pass within six months, she could improve and be discharged from Hospice Care. No one really knows. All I know is that I'm grateful for the extra help to care for my mom. I may get to take more time off from visiting the nursing home ever single day.
For three days, my heart has been in my throat. I haven't been able to write, my words wouldn't come as easily as they do when I typically sit down and write. During a rare moment, I was speechless; words choked and unable to come out. Tears. Few flowed but so many more remained bottled up inside, holding them in, fearful to grieve; I believed that I needed to stay strong.
Hospice will help not only my mom but me and my family too. Any of us in my family who may need to talk to someone about our mom, her illness and her impending death; we have someone to reach out for counsel.
Today, mom was out of it when I arrived. She was sleepy and slept during my entire visit from 10:30 until 2:30. She barely recognized me. I couldn't get her to wake up. Driving home, I cried a little. It's starting to set in. Mom's declining, her days are limited.
Already I miss my mom. I miss shopping with her. I miss fighting with her like we did when I was a teenager. I miss her shaking a wooden spoon at me. I miss her hugs. I especially miss her making me soup when I don't feel well. Today would be a day that Mom would have made me soup.
Thank God for Hospice. Mom's end days will be more comfortable because of Hospice. I am grateful. The reality is, the end is coming for my mom, me and this extremely long journey down the road of Lewy Bodies Dementia.