Another Day…

I’d like to blog about butterflies and puppies and how we are making each moment the best it could possibly be, but I can’t. Life is so up and down right now. Mom has a good day and we think, “Hey, we are on the upswing!” She has a bad day and we think, “Sh*t! Is this the end?” We are on a roller coaster in which we have no control. Mom gets one or two good days for every four or five bad days. She is exhausted. She has trouble breathing. She is frustrated. She doesn’t want to die. We all feel this way. Its a horrible situation. I was not there yesterday morning, but apparently mom had a panic attack while only Chloe was in the room. Chloe acted bravely and perfectly and screamed for Billie who came rushing in. Billie was thankfully able to calm our mom down with an Ativan and Dilaudid and a soothing voice. Scary stuff. After that turn of events, mom slept most of the day but was able to get up for about an hour later in the afternoon to spend some quality time with her sisters Kathy and Kaytie and her cousin, Cindy. So far today, she has only been up long enough to shower. We are hopeful we can spend a few minutes with her at some point before the day is over. It’s terrifying how things change so quickly.
I realize as I write this blog that I am complaining. I hate complaining. As I sit here and type on my iPhone, I am reminded that my mom has never once complained of her situation. If only I could be as strong.