I don't have kids, but I imagine the way I love my mom is the way people love their children. It's in my soul, it's from a place that I can't identify. When my mom opens her eyes, looks at me and starts waving with her foot, I just cry. And then she cries and I feel horrible because I can see her. She's in there. Trapped and pissed. All I can do is wait and let her know that she's climbing and fighting towards me and that when she gets out I'll be there. It's horrible. I can't lie.
I'll give you the shit news first. We're a little nervous there might be an infection. White blood cells are up. Maryanne (aka favorite nurse) took blood samples, but we won't know anything for 24-48 hours. She's on prophylactic antibiotics for the time being, but once we can get a definitive answer they can get more specific with the treatment. That's it. That's all the bad news. We have a family meeting with the social worker at 3 - I'm sure that will be a bundle of fun too.
On the bright side we had another fun night with her last night. Rocked out to Queen. I snapped and she snapped. She snapped people! A lot and on command. It was absolutely amazing. We took video obviously because we never know when we're just hallucinating. She did it for Maryanne this morning too. And then Maryanne brought in witnesses to make sure she wasn't imagining it either. My mother continues to astound.
The tracheostomy is still scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. I think it will be a relief for all of us. She tries to grab for the tube every chance she gets and making her more comfortable however we can is what's important.
She's listening to music, kicking her leg non-stop, waving, snapping, and squeezing the ball like mad. So it goes. Go Pam Go.
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