In My Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. ~John 14:2
What a long and arduous journey this has been for our family as we've strived over the last several weeks to secure a place for Mom where she can heal, and recover from her fall. Our overarching hope is to eventually be able to bring her back to her house, assisted by round-the-clock care.
When Mom is discharged from the hospital, the assisted living home where we'd signed her up won't take her back due to the bed sores having gotten worse. Once again, Danny and I are scrambling to find an interim place that will meet her needs. Fortunately, we locate one close to Mom's home in Oxford and for a while, she seems to be holding her own and even improving with the attentive care she is getting.
This move makes us even more determined, though, to bring her back to her house. We jump through countless hoops to make arrangements for the company, Right as Home, to do the job. Both Danny and I are so impressed with their competence, their solid connections with medical PT and wound care teams, and medical supply companies. The date is set to bring Mom home to the house a week ago Friday.
I visit with Mom at the rehab place the day before. She doesn't seem to be herself. I hold her hand and repeatedly tell her that she will be coming home tomorrow, that she'll finally see her house again. She nods as if she understands, but even then, I'm not sure she does, at least not fully. After all, this poor woman has gone from pillar to post over these last weeks. I'd be confused, too.
Then, the unthinkable happens. Mom is rushed back to the hospital that Thursday evening in breathing distress. Once again, ICU places on bipap on her to help her lungs function. But when the doctor and nurses remove it in the morning so she can eat, her oxygen plummets so fast, they have no choice but to put it right back on her.
The doctor calls me. He is compassionate, but realistic about the situation. It's obvious that Mom cannot be off a bipap. Her status is DNR (Do Not Resuscitate). It's decide to make her as comfortable as possible, and leave it all in God's hands.
Mom passes peacefully on Monday, July 12, just weeks shy of what would have been her 93rd birthday.
We're all grieving, as you can imagine, but we take comfort in knowing that she's with the Lord.
Mom is finally right at home.