The First 24 hours...

The past 36 hours have been very trying; Aunty came home on Wednesday evening. She looked tired and frustrated. She slept for most of the evening but the night was a different story. We were trying to figure out how to make her comfortable in her bed, ways to make for an easy bathroom experience. All I can say we ended up with a total of 4 hours of sleep. She didn’t really sleep any, neither did uncle. The day brought the same. She was not comfortable. The nice home visit nurse showed up at about 2pm and enrolled her into the program. I got a lot of insight into Aunty thinking. She is beginning to understand that she can not walk and that she is getting weaker. She still sees Chemo as her salvation. Chemo will kill her and the doctors are refusing to give it to her. She knows this but she isn’t listening. I tried to talk to her about “Five Wishes” – a really neat program to open conversation about end-of-life issues, but she shut down and put the booklet aside. As evening draw closer she started getting agitated, we were looking for a phone number of a friend of hers and we couldn’t find it. She started having problems breathing; she said she felt like she wasn’t getting any oxygen. We called 911 and they transported her to the hospital, we will know more information later. I had a nice conversation from Hospice today and we put a plan into action.