You walk around with a gown that opens in the back and wear socks with stickums on the bottom so you don't slip. It's a depersonalizing place usually.
|mom and me 1949|
The Palliative care unit certainly tries hard to break thru that barrier, but you are in a hospital bed with catheters and IV drips and medicine you need to get at regularly scheduled times.
Remembering who the person who occupies the bed really is not an easy task. (They've never seen you in real clothes!)
The nurses here on this floor try very hard, as do the Nurse-assistants, the Residents and of course the Hospice staff.
The overflow of that hosptalized mentality hits me as well, as I am a part of what the Hospice people come to treat. I know that's not strictly true, but I feel so much like a bug on a petri dish sometimes.
Sometimes I don't want to be "the grieving family member". Sometimes I'd like to be a crazy dancer or an ex-race car driver. Sometimes the sympathy is just too much.
I am getting really tired of the phrase, "it's all right to cry".
Today is a plateau day. My mother has stopped her descent and is in a holding pattern for a while with her blood pressure low but not yet dangerous, gurgling, but not choking, and finally she's been having a fever but it's not gone over 99 yet, so we all wait. I gave my sons the evening off from coming and looking solemn while at the same time feeling slightly ghoulish for not being able to interact with her.
|we matched sort of|
|after my dad died|
OK. I found LOTS of mom and me shots, but I figured I'd share a few of them, mostly for me to remember this person of so many facets who made me laugh at myself and at life.
It was really nice having the pictures to look at, and I'm so glad I scanned them all into my computer 2 days before I flew to Santa Fe back in 2007 for her back surgery.
Even as she lies on this hospital bed and snores and gurgles and sighs her "ohhhh's" she was someone completely different 6 weeks ago, someone closer to the interesting woman in these pictures.
(Well, except for the snoring part...)