Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Deaths Door

I've learned what a "death rattle" sounds like. Mom's breathing is so troubled.

Her heart is still beating strong, but all else is falling to pieces. The pneumonia is robbing her of consciousness - that and the combination of Ativan, Morphine and other drugs.

Having to be "strong" for my Dad's sake is a hell I'm only just beginning to learn. He's gonna be lost without her, even when she had the altzheimers, he knew where she was and that he could go to visit her.

Need to leave now - more later.

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