Duration of Mom's hospitalization.
And, yes, I am discouraged.
She seems to want to spend all of her time in bed. When I arrived Sunday, she was up in the chair. Her lunch tray arrived with the same old swill of a full liquid diet. I asked the nurse for a piece of toast. Mom always likes a little toast to dip in her soup. The nurse was back in only a few moments with a warm slice for her.
She took about 3 teeny bites--and said "That's enough"
However, Zac, Amber, Harrison and Olivia arrived a few moments later. I scooped little Mr H who was attired in a green and brown monkey hoodie and took him over to GG.
He smiled at her as if to say, "There you are, I've been wondering where you've been"
Her face lit up and she murmured her usual sweet talk to him.
Harrison just kept smiling.
Olivia gave her an envelope covered with princess stickers that she had made. Inside was a piece of candy.
I was so encouraged. Finally, we have found Mom's (as Dr Phil would say) currency.
But yesterday, she was back to being withdrawn and unwilling to eat, walk or engage in conversation.
I had my own sh***y day. Will write about that later.
Today I am going to Parker Oaks Care Facility in Winnebago. Verla and I toured the Waseca option recommended by the palliative care team, but I am thinking more and more that she would do better where she could have more company and familiar faces. So I'm going to check it out to see if the programs are comparable.
George and Jan are here this week. We are trying to come up with ways to get Mom eating again.
Her birthday is next Monday--and we all know what that means:
Beer and Pizza
It's a tradition.
That started on her 80th birthday.