Medicated depression, day #552
I've spent the last four days taking care of my mom as she is bed bound and my dad had to do some traveling, before relatives dies away.
I agreed to switch places with dad since I felt that I owed my dad that, relief and to get away for a while -- taking care of mom is a chore. Not that she is particularly demanding or anything, but she has late stages of cancer and have aged very quickly since she became bed-bound. I were serving her breakfast, lunch and dinner .. or offered to serve it, which she often (always) declined, I had to nag and convince her to eat something, the last couple of days she has eaten just a couple of sandwiches with ham chased by a cup of tea. The last couple of days she ate nothing and just had water.
Anyone knowing about people near death knows that the body shuts down, slower metabolism, less food and after a while no food and just liquids and later no liquids. My mom is at this latter stage.
The caregivers that frequented my parents house on a schedule, sometimes said that she is strong, that she has the will-power to live.
Today she met the latest addition to my extended family, my brothers little son, just 4 days old. Brother and his partner came across the country with their newborn in a hurry to meet grandma before she passes away, this afternoon she met her goal. Now she can pass away in peace.
I love you mom, you've been there all my life and I thank you for everything you have taught me about life, universe and everything.
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