Last Days

We had some hope Mom would be able to come home. She was moved to a regular hospital room in the cancer ward on Wednesday evening and was still off the ventilator. On Friday afternoon, she began struggling more & more to breathe. They tried to give her an oxygen mask, but she kept ripping it off & also ripped out her feeding tube. We thought she wouldn't make it through the night, but it is now Sunday & she is still gasping for air. She is resting comfortably at least, thanks to morphine.

On Wednesday I went to visit her after work. Before I left, she shared one more of her hallucinations with me. She told me that a group of men had come into the room, but they were walking on the ceiling and just kept watching her. She told them they weren't supposed to be here yet. "I'm still alive," she said.