Here's the strange thing: my mom is holding on. I don't know how or why or what is helping her, but after a couple of days that were absolutely dire, she has rallied. She is out of bed, walking with help, drinking tea, and combing her hair. We thought that the end of this week would probably be her last, but she has surprised us all.
But... and it's a big but ... there is a booklet that the hospice folks gave us that outlines the final days. In it, there is talk of a period where the dying person has a rebound and seems almost like their old self. I wonder if that is where we are now.
Another strange thing is that during that bed-ridden, excruciating couple of days, mom was very lucid. She answered questions directly, she had things to tell each of us, she let us know when the pain was unmanageable. Now, she has slipped back into the random, unconnected (in our minds) monologues, and is disassociated with reality. I don't know what to make of that.
One thing that I believe helped her was the knowledge that Zoe was coming. I called Zoe a day or so after the nurse said it would be the end and asked her if she could come for one last visit. She made plane reservations right away.
I have been at the parents' house for the last ... what, 3 or 4 days/nights?... I'm not sure, at this point. But, last night I felt as if I could sleep in my own bed with no worries about the night or the morning. My dad promised he would call if they needed help.
I'm on my way back over there to sit with mom while dad has his nap. After that, I'm actually going to go to work for a few hours, while Zoe takes a turn hanging with her Grammy.
Zoe can only stay until Sunday. I don't know what to expect once she leaves. Oh well, there's just no way of knowing except to live through it.