My other mom..
I mentioned in an earlier post that my other mom was critically ill in the hospital. I think I should give at least one post for her situation, particularly because I want to record as much of my experiences at this time.
It all started in November, when Mama M started coughing. It was a hacking cough that bothered her sleep and made her feel conscious that she might be disturbing others around her. Eventually it became so bad that she could not appreciate her food, and was refusing to eat even when her favorite dishes were served. We had her admitted towards the end of November and again in December, both times using her cough as the main reason. After her discharge before Christmas, we thought she was going to be alright.
On December 31, she was rushed to the hospital, partly at her request, and partly (I suspect) due to pain somewhere in her body which she had been trying to hide from her children. Ed, being the preferred son to watch her, spent his New Year at her side. She has been there ever since.
Today, a PEG was inserted into her intestine. Percutaneous endoscopic gastrostomy or PEG is an endoscopic medical procedure in which a tube is passed into a patient’s stomach through the abdominal wall, most commonly to provide a means of feeding when oral intake is not adequate. (Wikipedia) In addition, eight out of Mama M’s nine children, along with ten grandchildren (out of 24), have come to visit her in the last week.
And then my mom goes, “I haven’t seen your Mama recently. Did she go to Cavite?”