Mom Update
It's been a really dramatic week.
First off, last Thursday/Friday, I caught Marc's stomach flu. I called in sick for two days and was really sick. Not fun at all. Apparently, it's something that has been going around Marc's office.
New Years Eve, we went to Kristi's mom's house. Kristi's mom, Belinda, had back surgery and Kristi came from Washington to take care of her. It was low key. We played some dice game that I swear was invented by a kindergartener. If you roll all ones, you automatically win the whole game! We watched the ball drop, had champagne and came back home by one. I was really happy to be able to see Kristi. I actually end up seeing her more than I do friends who live close by. I think it's because, I always make a point to see her when she is in town.
New Years Day, mom called at ten in the morning and wanted us to take her to the emergency room. It took us over an hour to drive a few blocks to the freeway. Damn parade! My aunt, who lives in Tustin, left the same time as us and beat us there.
Mom was immediately given a bed in the emergency room. She was severely dehydrated and they couldn't control the vomiting. After taking x-rays and another CT scan, they found that the cancer had spread to her intestines and they were blocked. They put a tube through her nose, into her stomach and began to pump the blockage. It was even more horrible than it sounds. She was finally admitted to the hospital around eleven. My aunt had to drive back to Tustin, so that she could wake up at five and drive my uncle to his cardiology appointment at UCLA. I finally got to bed at three.
Wednesday- I woke up at six and called in sick to work. I took care of Spotless and went to the hospital. My mom's best friend, Nancy was in the room with my mom. Nancy has been the most solid person that I have through this whole experience. I am so grateful that she has been there. Before I arrived, mom told Nancy that she thought that she was going to die. I thought that my mom wasn't going to make it. My aunt and uncle showed up. Mom got agitated and wanted us to leave. We got lunch and then just sort of waited around. Finally it was decided that my aunt should take my uncle home. My uncle is in heart failure and is very sick, it was just better to have him home. Plus, mom didn't want them around. I stayed at the hospital until three-thirty and decided that I should head to work. I surprised everyone by showing up and ended up working past park closing, until eight. I went to moms to feed the cat and didn't get home until after ten. Exhausted.
Yesterday- Woke up early and headed to work. I was technically off, but had to finish the schedules. I left work at twelve-thirty and went to moms. A cleaning service was supposed to come at one, but they ran late and didn't show up until three-thirty. I sat around, tired, hungry and stressed. They came and did an ok job. I found out that mom had falling in the morning and hit her head. They did an MRI, but she was ok. I made it to the hospital at six and found mom packing up, ready to go home. They had taken the tube out, but she had not eaten anything. She was insisting on going home, even though it went against doctors recommendations. She insisted that they take the IV out. She was still looking really bad and I did not want to take her home. A few of her volunteer friends came and we had an intervention, to try to get her to stay in the hospital. She was stubborn and would not listen to anyone. She was downright mean towards me. It was horrible. After much yelling and crying, we gave up and she was home by midnight. She didn't want me to, but I spent the night. I didn't get to sleep until three.
Today- Mom woke me up at seven and wanted to go on errands. She does seem a little better, but I still think that leaving the hospital was a bad idea. She insisted on driving. My aunt came to spend tonight with her and I am now back home, trying to pick up the pieces of my own life. It's a mess here. I do have all of next week off from work. It just seemed like the best thing to do and was decided when my mom was still in the hospital. I don't know what next week will be like.
I am very frustrated with all of the people from the police department. I have been getting about fifteen calls a day. They show up without calling. I know that they mean well, but it's added stress. At the moment, I really want to do something that will take me far away from everything that I have been dealing with. Got out, go to a movie or something. It's stressful just being in my messy apartment. I need a break.