Friday, September 11, 2020

Mom.

My wife's Mom has had a hard road. She lost her first child in his first month and her fifth and last, a daughter, died a few minutes after birth. Her husband died of a massive heart attack in 1993, and one of the regrets I have was not meeting (and arguing with) a fellow bearded history enthusiast.

He was an accountant, and he ran his own business after leaving the IRS in 1979. It's safe to say he struggled, and the struggles added to the worries of his wife. 

Nevertheless, Mom welcomed me when we met in 1994 and and was delighted when Heather and I were married. She took great joy in her 12 grandchildren and was happy just to be in the same room with them.

It appears that the road is coming to an end. She hasn't been able to eat for a week, and she is barely able to take her medication, and that has to be crushed up. She is on an IV to keep her hydrated, and we are going to learn soon whether or not her body is processing the fluids from the IV. She is going into hospice care, which will allow my wife to visit her in the home for the first time since Michigan became an autocracy in March. We hope that the presence of a familiar (we hope) face may enable her to eat again, albeit with assistance. We will know soon enough.

Your prayers for her and for our ability to help as her legal guardians would be appreciated.

4 comments:

Be reasonably civil. Ire alloyed with reason is fine. But slagging the host gets you the banhammer.

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