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Five: Week of Hell Timeline


Five:  Week of Hell Timeline

2/5- Emergency room.  They finally moved mom to the ICU around 11pm.  My dad and I went home around 9pm once we knew they had a hospital room for her.

2/6- Full day in ICU, lots of visitors of family and friends.  Dad and I had a private conversation with Palliative care and discussed and eventually confirmed placing mom in local hospice care provided by Samaritan. We also spoke with many different doctors which is the usual in this scenario. The building was on the same grounds as the hospital.  It was very convenient.

2/7- Mom’s last day in ICU until around 8pm when they moved her to hospice.  One of my cousin’s and my husband stayed with my dad and I until they were about to transfer mom.  Dad and I stayed until mom was settled. This was the first day my in-laws brought my daughter by to say hello and see her Nana.  Though my mom looked nothing like herself, I wanted Claire to see her and vice versa.  They both deserved that.

2/8- Mom’s first full day in hospice. She had more visitors, lots of flowers, cards and pastries.  Mom was alert here and there and when awake, she would know who you are.  She talked here and there even though her voice was very faint. My daughter visited on this day too and saw her Nana for the last time.  My mom knew it was her.

2/9- Another full day in hospice.  She had an overall great day and of course, more visitors.  My dad and I always left no later than 8pm because I’d get there between 7am-8am and my dad always arrived by 10am.  It was a long day for us and I’m so glad we didn’t spend the night or stay too late.  It would have been unhealthy and we were already so exhausted.

2/10- Mom’s last full day in hospice.  I think this day may have been her best day of them all.  She seemed more alert throughout the day and knew pretty much anyone who stopped by to visit. My husband came by in the early afternoon and stayed with us until we convinced my dad to finally leave and grab dinner with us.  My best friend Lauren offered to watch our daughter for most of the day which was amazing and we met them for dinner at, wait for it, Applebee’s. We also sat in the same exact booth where we took my mom for her birthday.  Coincidence?  Nope.

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