Friday, October 05, 2012
My mom (88 years old), living in a memory care unit in Kansas, fell a week ago. She didn't fracture a hip, but did fracture her sacrum (near the base of the spinal cord). She has broken bones before -- and recovered. By way of example --
Fourteen years ago she was on a cruise trip tour with a girlfriend, she slipped in gravel and fell down the side of a hill in a National Park in Guadeloupe -- broke both shoulders, shattered one leg, broke some teeth. Was taken to a hospital (French speaking only). Friend had to leave with the Cruise Ship (or stay without any of their belongings and pay her own way home). By the time I was notified and could track down the hospital it was the following morning. She was in a room without a phone -- and I demanded that the nurses wheel her bed out to the nursing station -- where all she could manage to say was "GET ME OUT OF HERE". I did -- and it took four months for her shoulders to heal enough so that she could use a walker to start rehabbing her leg. Nonetheless -- at age 74, she healed, walked again, went home and lived independently for another twelve years. Her perseverance was an inspiration to me. I knew I came from pretty tough stock. I guess I thought she could overcome anything.
Fast forward, and she is back in bed -- because it is extremely painful to sit or walk with a broken sacrum. On pain meds -- and apparently slipping in and out of lucidity. My brother lives near her, and has been visiting daily and updating me every couple of days. Two days ago, I got in touch with the fact that my brother was starting to say things like talking to the nurses about hospice, and next steps . . . I don't know if this is a reality, or she was having a bad day then -- but I decided last night that I had to hop a plane back to Kansas to see her, as well as give my brother some support. (Don't even ask the price of airline tickets with only 2 days notice - Yikes!)
Long story to say it has been a stressful week -- I have been exercising -- but finding that I am seeking/partaking comfort foods. So, this may not be such a good week diet wise. And, not my best start for the Fall 5% Challenge. I am just hoping, right now that will be the least of my worries.
I am really thankful that the last time I was there (in August), she was in great spirits -- I took her shopping, out for lunch, and had a very good visit. Hoping that might happen again, some time in the future.