I Am Her Daughter
boating during the days, and games and campfires at night while the fireflies twinkled all around us. The memory of Mom singing How Great Thou Art by the fire will stay with me always.
Our time together is getting short now. At her last appointment Dr. James told Mom it was time to think about contacting Hospice. Mom said a teary goodbye to him and went out to make the arrangements with the hospice nurse.
My own eyes were dry as I asked him how much time she really had left.“ At this stage Diane, it’ s a matter of weeks, maybe a month. I noticed how weak she was when she came in today,” he said.“ I’ ll call next week to find out how she’ s doing. Let me know if anything comes up or you have questions.” He put his hand on my shoulder.“ Keep me updated please, Diane.”
November 6, 2010
I sat at the kitchen table today at Mom and Dad’ s house, smiling to myself thinking of the last three months while I waited for the hospice nurse to arrive. When Dr. James told us it was time to bring a hospice nurse in I knew what that meant. We wouldn’ t have much more time with Mom. It’ s not enough time. It will never be enough time.
Dad, and Vince, and I met with Hospice last week. Shirley the nursing coordinator told Dad,“ The goal of
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