R.I.P. My Mom (1923-2022)
It is with a heavy heart that I write this blog entry.
My mom, Bryna Kahane, passed away around 2:30am on Tuesday (the 22nd) at the Ottawa Civic Hospital.
Mom was 98 years old, and has been suffering from (severe) dementia for several years now, and had been living in a long-tem care home and facility. She'd been suffering from bowel problems and severe bouts of diarrhea interlaced with lots of blood, and on Monday evening, she became unresponsive and the long-term care home doctor advised and sent her to the Civic Hospital for treatment. She was diagnosed with a tear in the intestine that was bleeding severely, a fact that she'd hidden at the home by cleaning up the vomit and diarrhea in the room herself, and died of severe blood loss inducing a heart attack.
To be honest, mom hasn't been herself in several years, since she had to move to a long-term care home after a severe case of bedbugs destroyed her apartment where she had been living. The progression of the dementia effectively "killed" the loving mom that I had known all my life the last year or so, and these last few years with her had been very...difficult. She went from being the intelligent, bright, cheerful, vivacious, active mother that I had always known to one who was a mere shadow of herself, her intellectual capacities completely destroyed by the dementia, and a person whose knowledge and memories were completely shredded by the dementia.
I'm still very much in shock, feeling somewhat...dead...inside about things, and feeling well and truly alone in the world right now. Mom is survived by my sister, Diana (who is six years my senior), and myself.
Rest In Peace, Mom. The pain is over and the loss of who you were/are is now over. Thank you for the life you gave to me, and for being the loving, albeit Jewish, mom that you once were. You are sorely missed.
That's all.
My mom, Bryna Kahane, passed away around 2:30am on Tuesday (the 22nd) at the Ottawa Civic Hospital.
Mom was 98 years old, and has been suffering from (severe) dementia for several years now, and had been living in a long-tem care home and facility. She'd been suffering from bowel problems and severe bouts of diarrhea interlaced with lots of blood, and on Monday evening, she became unresponsive and the long-term care home doctor advised and sent her to the Civic Hospital for treatment. She was diagnosed with a tear in the intestine that was bleeding severely, a fact that she'd hidden at the home by cleaning up the vomit and diarrhea in the room herself, and died of severe blood loss inducing a heart attack.
To be honest, mom hasn't been herself in several years, since she had to move to a long-term care home after a severe case of bedbugs destroyed her apartment where she had been living. The progression of the dementia effectively "killed" the loving mom that I had known all my life the last year or so, and these last few years with her had been very...difficult. She went from being the intelligent, bright, cheerful, vivacious, active mother that I had always known to one who was a mere shadow of herself, her intellectual capacities completely destroyed by the dementia, and a person whose knowledge and memories were completely shredded by the dementia.
I'm still very much in shock, feeling somewhat...dead...inside about things, and feeling well and truly alone in the world right now. Mom is survived by my sister, Diana (who is six years my senior), and myself.
Rest In Peace, Mom. The pain is over and the loss of who you were/are is now over. Thank you for the life you gave to me, and for being the loving, albeit Jewish, mom that you once were. You are sorely missed.
That's all.