I’m very emotional again today. I can’t afford to be.
Strange how life is – some days you are just fine or convince yourself you are and then something small triggers the tranedal. My mom always called us “lovey”. TA said “bye lovey” this morning and that’s all it took.
She’d had a brainstem stroke. Either they didn’t want to operate or couldn’t. The doctors were not very communicative. Which led to a lot of frustrations on our side. They couldn’t tell us to our faces whether she would recover or not.
She regained consciousness briefly. We spoke to her and she was able to smile and gesticulate if she was happy or not. We spoke about everything in those two days.
This gave me (and all of us) hope. The next day (today) she was back in a coma. I think I knew then that she was not going to make it. I clung to the hope that she would recover. It was just a minor set back. Miracles have happened before, hadn’t they?
I found out that my Dad had instructed the doctors not to speak to us. I was mad. I started blaming him for the state my Mom was in. He could have done more. Why was he not telling us stuff? Was he really thinking he was protecting us?
Thanks to everyone