The Day After Surgery

I sit here and watch the blood pressure cuff inflate and deflate, 114 54, not bad for an 86 year old woman. I wish mine was that low.

Mom is recovering nicely from her surgery. She is tired and more confused then normal. How did she get this old? Her face is pale, almost translucent. I daydream about our conversations before Alzheimer’s. Just 8 years ago, she was vibrant, feisty and sometimes a pain in the rump.

Now a frail facsimile of her past self. She is in the last few months of her life. We all wonder about the end but no one exactly knows how it will manifest. Well here it is and it is not pretty.

I am thankful today, this moment she has no pain.

One Comment

  1. susanna
    Posted September 23, 2009 at 12:08 am | Permalink

    thinking of and praying for you, your family, and your mom during this difficult time…

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