Day 5 at the hospital
I just got back from the airport. I picked up my aunts (my mom's sisters). Sad to say, but none of us really want them here. I know that their intentions are good, but the truth is... they don't speak English very well, and by helping, they're only getting in the way. I'm not even sure how long they're going to be here. I have my fingers crossed for not long.
I spent the night at Juan's again last night. I just didn't want to be by myself at home. I went straight back to the hospital after taking him to school. When I walked in the room the doctor was in there, examining mom a little bit and chatting with my dad. Then the worst thing happened. The doctor took my dad outside to talk... you know the "private not-so-happy kind of talk" Dad came in, and we had to discuss for a little bit... the "what if" event that my mom might not... recover. For the first time in my life, my dad and I shared the most meaningful and heartful cry of my entire life.
I'm still hopefull. The doctor says that her blood count is improving, and that her liver is getting better too... just very slowly. Frank says "better late then never!" and I agree :)
I don't know how things are going to work with my aunts here. They brought a bunch of flip food, all for my mom, but mom can't eat, she can't even walk, let alone even appreciate all this food that she probably won't eat at all. I think my dad will be spending all his nights at the hospital, because my mom doesn't want to be left alone. Oy, things are akward with my aunts here. They want to sleep in the dinning room/living room area, because they know my dad kinda wants his bedroom untouched. But they don't like Max, so I have to keep max outside for most of the day, and creat some kind of beracade for my aunts.
I decided to pull out all my old CNA notes, and catch up on my skills. Unfortunatly, my mom has become everything that depressed me at the nursing home, when I did my volunteer work there. I can't believe these things are happening.
Honestly... I am just so scared.
I spent the night at Juan's again last night. I just didn't want to be by myself at home. I went straight back to the hospital after taking him to school. When I walked in the room the doctor was in there, examining mom a little bit and chatting with my dad. Then the worst thing happened. The doctor took my dad outside to talk... you know the "private not-so-happy kind of talk" Dad came in, and we had to discuss for a little bit... the "what if" event that my mom might not... recover. For the first time in my life, my dad and I shared the most meaningful and heartful cry of my entire life.
I'm still hopefull. The doctor says that her blood count is improving, and that her liver is getting better too... just very slowly. Frank says "better late then never!" and I agree :)
I don't know how things are going to work with my aunts here. They brought a bunch of flip food, all for my mom, but mom can't eat, she can't even walk, let alone even appreciate all this food that she probably won't eat at all. I think my dad will be spending all his nights at the hospital, because my mom doesn't want to be left alone. Oy, things are akward with my aunts here. They want to sleep in the dinning room/living room area, because they know my dad kinda wants his bedroom untouched. But they don't like Max, so I have to keep max outside for most of the day, and creat some kind of beracade for my aunts.
I decided to pull out all my old CNA notes, and catch up on my skills. Unfortunatly, my mom has become everything that depressed me at the nursing home, when I did my volunteer work there. I can't believe these things are happening.
Honestly... I am just so scared.