a tough day for the old bird (as i fondly call my mother). it seems that her infection (or effects of the infection) has found its way to her lungs and is causing some problems with her breathing. she has been on increased oxygen all day today as the doctors compensate for the reduced capacity of her lungs. her blood numbers continue to improve, but they called in a pulmonary specialist to take a look at the results of a CT-scan and see what might be the course of action for the lungs. they ruled out blood clots or any "new" infection so they are continuing her course of antibiotics and "watching". evidently, this is not an uncommon side effect. sitting and watching, however, can be difficult.
if there was a bright side, my mom got to sleep most of the day (after being awake most of the night). i wouldn't recommend that kind of sleep, but it made her more comfortable. i liked the nurse today - kady. for the most part, my mom has had tremendous care from the nurses. sure, she has her favorites but, today, i think we had the right nurse at the right time. she was determined to get my mother comfortable. i like that. it takes a special gift to be a nurse.
on the home front, my mom and dad's freezer went out so my brother, todd, got to empty it's contents and make a trip to the dumpster.....nice. i think the 4 of us (boys) are planning a little condo cleaning this weekend at their place. yeah, you read that right....4 boys going to clean. eat your hearts out ladies.
we'll take a leaf blower and some clorox wipes.....that's all you need, right?
again, thank you for the kind thoughts and prayers. speaking of prayers, the minister stopped by the hospital to see my mom today. i'm sure she "knew" he was there. (not) coincidentally, i saw him tonight at church. we were doing a final rehearsal for tuesday night's Stations of the Cross presentation (8pm hyde park community united methodist church - wink, wink). this was the first time this year that i had seen it from start to finish. there was something about sitting and watching the Passion story that made me think of my mother. no, i'm not really comparing my mother to Jesus. i just felt like an onlooker watching somebody that they loved suffer. helpless. afraid.
"And when they led Him away, they laid hold of one Simon of Cyrene, coming in from the country, and placed on him the cross to carry behind Jesus."
- Luke 23:26
i need to look for that Cross in my mom's room tomorrow....
blessings,
tim (of madeira)
Dear Char (et al),
ReplyDeleteTimmie Jimmie’s blog about you is the first thing I go to each morning, anxiously anticipating the announcement that you have “turned the corner” and had a good day. I’m dismayed and sorry to keep hearing about all the issues which plague your recovery.
“Time” is a word which comes to my mind today. “… a time for everything…,” “time heals all wounds,” “time on one’s hands,” “too little time,” “time and tide …,” “time will tell,” “time and time again,” “it takes time,” “give it time.” And on and on those sayings pop into my head. In my mind, you have spent too much time feeling badly, and I want you to feel better now!
I send my love and prayers,
Malissa