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Originally Posted by tied
at midnite i woke up and noticed sm needed to go potty, so she uncovered herself and laid there waiting for me to notice. yes she has a bell but she can't remember she has it. helped her on commode, helped her off, struggled with her panties, helped her drink. made chipped ice, spoonfed her, went to bed.
4 am heard a knock thot i was dreaming, but it was sm potty call again. this time we had a struggle she asked me to lower bed and since it is already as low as it goes i could not comply. managed not to let her fall. same as above but after i went potty too and cried in bathroom.
5am sm potty call. 7am sm potty call. 8am made commode same height as bed. put two atlases under her feet so she could reach floor. decided to lower it one notch. hooked up iv to pic line. changed g tube bandage soaked with puss. ate breakfast. lay down for 5 minute nap. gave dad a computer lesson. agreed with him that
computers are evil (its easier to agree). discussed plumbing project.
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i REMEMBER WHEN I BABYSAT my great grandmother and for the life of her she couldnt empty her bladder. she apologized to much to me, and I just said, Mama, no, don't feel bad, you've done so much for me growing up this is the least I can do for you. We'll just keep trying, ok?
Caring for a terminal cancer patient is as if you are a helium baloon that is slowly deflating. My mother in law, when I happened to see her at the final service for my day, had actually gone down to 87 lbs.
God never promised life on Earth to be perfect, as this world has free choice with the devil. But Heaven, I pray, and I am told to believe, is where I will be reunited with my loved ones in some manner, and there is only love.
My illness had definitely caused me to question my beliefs, but, in the end, I still talk to God about 99 percent of the time...so I must believe if I'm having this ongoing conversation with God, huh? haha.
Tied, I am so sorry for all that your family is going through.