Meltdowns

Each day, I wonder when it will get better. I wonder how much longer I can see my mom this way. She's just far too feisty and upbeat to be in this position. I see it on her face that she hurts, and that she hates being there, and I just hope she knows that we're doing everything we can to take care of her... that she WILL get better. Everyday, I think it's been the worst day for me, until the next day comes. I miss talking to her so much and sometimes, I think maybe she'll call me soon. I'll wake up and think "Mom hasn't called in a while... maybe she'll call me." I enjoy those small breaks from reality.

In spite of my daily meltdowns, Mom continues to be a fighter. Today, they began weening her from the ventilator. Her nurse said that she could be off of it as early as this afternoon, depending on how well her lungs do their job as they decrease the number of breaths the vent takes for her. They will have to put the vent back in when she is ready for her next surgeries - her left foot and right ankle - which will be done when her swelling goes down.

We'll be heading to the hospital soon to visit.