Change of Plans

My week started out "normal", just an ordinary week. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with a normal, ordinary week.  Wednesday I got up with a plan of "playing" in my sewing room all day.  Well, life had other plans. Around 9am I got a call from the nurse where my mom lives... it was a bad day for her. She had already had 2 TIA's that morning and by the time I got there she was in the third one. It took quite a while before she came out of it and could once again move her left arm and talk not all garbled. I spent all of Wednesday and Thursday with Mom. Fortunately no more TIA's but the ones she had left her speech more slurred and she now has a continuous 'twitch' keeping her left leg in constant motion. The doctor suggested we start Hospice care for Mom. Yesterday I signed the paperwork for that to begin. It's hard to know if it is the right time for Hospice or not, but thankfully it can be stopped and restarted if necessary.

I remember when we started Dad on Hospice. I thought it might have been premature, but I moved forward with it as the doctor felt it was time. He was right as Dad was only on it about a month before God called him Home.

We (my siblings and I) have placed Mom totally in God's hands. She has had a good long life and even in these last days/months she has brought great joy, humor, and comfort to those around her.  When she is alert she is still pretty "with it" and has helped several of the new residents in their transition to living in the care facility.

I feel so blessed to have been able to care for my folks for a few years in their home, and to have this time with Mom. It will be hard, emotionally, for me when God calls Mom Home, but I'm okay with that. I don't want her to have to suffer or live in a shell of a body. I'm praying God will take her swiftly and peacefully, as He did Dad.