My Mom is Unresponsive July 26, 2007
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This ride we have been on is winding down. My mom, once so full of life and laughter is now sleeping very deeply. I understand the word they used to describe her is unresponsive.
That means she is not aware of her surroundings. She no longer talks, she no longer laughs. This morning my sister gave her a bath and used lavander shampoo, bubbles and body wash. It will probably be my mom’s last bath.
She is now ready to enter heaven smelling like lavander.
We watch her breathing become increasingly labored. Morbildly waiting for that last breath.
She was upset this morning when she woke up and was not in heaven. I would be really surprised if she woke up again.
My mom, my best friend what will I do without her?
Stories from my life July 25, 2007
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I am going to talk a little bit about me and my world. We all have have stories that are worth sharing, stories that need sharing or stories that we need to get out of our minds. Today I am going to talk a little bit about the story of my mom.
My mom is 64 years old. In June she was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer. This form of cancer is very aggressive and now her days are litteraly numbered. So during the past month, I have watched my mom go from the strong independant woman who worked two jobs to support her family to a woman very confused and in a lot of pain.
I watch my mom struggle with every breath she takes even though she is on oxegyn full time. I watch my mom slowly slip away right before my eyes and it is the worse kind of pain you can imagine. I feel so helpless for her. There is nothing I can do at this point except pray and be here for her support.
Just one month ago my mom and I talked every day. She lives in Oregon and I live in California. We would talk every morning, sometime before she went to work and sometime after she was at work. My mom has had a job since she was 14 years old. Her last job being the secretary of her church.
We would talk like I said every day, sometimes 3, 4 or more times. We would pray together, laugh together, and work though our troubles. But now there is no more calling no more runing to mom, my very best friend is leaving. Now I am here at mom’s along with the rest of our family, watching mom slowly melt away. The once strong, independant, funny women; is being reduced to confused, disoriented, and dependant, yet still funny.
It is hard for me to watch my mom slowly forget how to do the things she so loved to do. It is painfull to have to help her eat, because it brings back memories of what it must have been like when I was a baby and as helpless as she is now.
The strange thing is that her life is flashing before my eyes, and hard as I try I cannot stop the slide show. I am seeing pictures in my mind of my mom in different stages in her life. I see pictures of her smiling, laughing, crying, determined, working, relaxing, playing with her grandchildren ……….
My mom……….
So strong of a support system to so many, now she is the one needing support.
