The wife will be up soon, so I'm posting a quick update while I can. I may try to post a bit more tomorrow during the magic hours when I'm awake and she's still asleep. No promises, though.
Anyway, mom is back at the memory care facility. The hospital sent her back Thursday, and we stopped in to see here that evening. She was sleeping, and fidgeting, and though I called out a few times she didn't wake up. To be honest, I didn't really want to wake her because I wasn't sure how she'd react.
Friday morning my sister texted me saying that the attendant at the facility told her mom had eaten all of her breakfast, by herself! That was certainly some much-needed good news! I decided to leave work early (at lunch time), and stopped by to see her. When I got there I talked with one of the nurses there for a few minutes, and she confirmed that Mom was having a good day. Still not very communicative, though she'd say "yes" or nod and smile from time to time.
She woke up when I went into her room, and I sat on the side of her hospital bed (which makes it easier for her to sit up, and for them to help her out of bed) and talked with her a bit. She didn't really talk, but looked at me and smiled while I chattered on. After a few minutes her focus started drifting, so I said I'd let her get some rest and the wife and I would come by the next day (today.) I asked if she'd like that, and she smiled and nodded. I gave her a quick hug, as good as I could with her laying down, and said "I love you," and she said "I love you, too."
I don't know how long mom has left. She's under hospice care, with a DNR, so there will be no more blood transfusions or IVs to keep her hydrated. The focus is on comfort, and my sister and I agree that is the best course. These up days may be fleeting, but I'll hold onto them and appreciate them while I can.
