Donna lies on her ''deathbed''---a puffy new recliner we bought for her return from the hospital---with a puke tub on her tummy, mouth agape, in a morphine fuelled sleep. She had various aches and pains this morning that would not go away with half doses of morphine ---Donna calls it ''medicine''---or lydocain patch.
Yesterday was a good day, dressing herself, washing a bit, getting all dolled up in her new purple house suit. We watched "Charade" in between visits from grandchildren and Margi arriving back from one of her endless errands, complaining of her knees, one of which was due last week to be surgically replaced . She was awake and alert and interested in her financial and legal affairs (including that will she forgot to write). We were supposed to have a lawyer visit today, but our teenage daughter is also quite ill, with a 2 week stomach virus, so we figured we finally had to take the complaining little whiner ("I'm so siiiiiiiiiiiiiick!Mommy take care of me!") to the pediatrician.
We also watched alot of cable news. Alot. Donna schools me on the nuances of the stories we see. She is savvy; her news is her world. Her private world. Her public world is us, and her grandchildren, and the great grandchild on the way.
She is excited about the pople coming. He will land in an hour and a half. I told her it would be interesting to hear him speak in English, a language unfamiliar to him. I heard he was nervous about coming here. I am nervous too: I hope we don't embarrass ourselves. Especially the Congressmen listening to him give the new Catholic doctrine.
The lawyer's visit is postponed to tomorrow, so I hope she lives through the night.
She almost certainly will.
But what new pain will she wake with? She pounds the arms of the chair in frustration: "Oooooh, I hate myself, I hate myself for feeling this way!"
She thinks she has two years to live. We initially thought it was going to be weeks, but for the past three days of hospice she has made a remarkable comeback that unfortunately met a bump today.
She is asleep. I will deal with how she wakes up . However she wakes up.