Mom

I got a call from the rehab facility today saying that they were transferring Mom to the hospital because they couldn't determine why her oxygen levels kept dropping so drastically. Even though the closest hospital is short drive down the road, I requested that they take her to another neighborhood hospital since none of us were happy with the care that she received this last time she was there.

The nurse called me back about 45 minutes later saying that because her condition had turned and become so grave, that they took her back to the other hospital. She suggested that my sister and I join her as soon as we could.

When we arrived, she was sedated and not aware of us being there. Her blood pressure was really low and they said that she had fluid in her lungs again. Her cardiologist came and never one to sugar coat anything, he told us that this "could be it".

Her blood pressure stabilized a little but when they moved her from the Emergency Department to the Intensive Care Unit, it fell again, which relayed how bad her condition was since even a move under sedation was too much for her body to take.

Lisa and I came home a little while ago since she appeared stable and comfortable and we'll head back in the morning to see her, God willing. I know she would never want to live the rest of her life in a nursing home and if she makes it through this, that would likely be her destiny. I'm torn because I selfishly want her to live but maybe it's time for her to be with Dad and I think I might even have some semblance of peace with that. I just didn't think it would be this soon after we lost him.