So last night when I got home from urgent care, I decided to write a few more words before calling it a day. To be exact, about 259 more words. With my thumb, on my iPhone. I had freaking autocorrect to contend with. And then poof it was all gone. I didn’t have the energy to re-write it all with the one thumb.
Between hospital visits I suggested we take a quick hike on Mt Lemmon for our anniversary. I thought I needed some physical exercise. To make a long story short. I fell. Twice. That has never happened to me before. The second fall was bad. I think I was still rattled from the first one. I was in excruciating pain. I sat there in the middle of the trail and cried like a baby. Then I walked back out, went home and got ready to go back to the hospital and then to the 60th Birthday party of one of my best friends. Because I’m German, lol, and we shoulder through.
Mom was still not okay. Her speech was garbled and often made no sense. All of a sudden her face was beet red and she looked like she was having a seizure, or a stroke and then began vomiting and bleeding from the wound. Tyler, Rick and I all thought we were watching her die. It. Was. Awful. Rosa came with a goulash dinner right after the nurses started helping her and we got out of the way. A short while later she was taken to have another MRI.
We stayed and sat with her for a long while, until I couldn’t take the pain anymore and headed to urgent care. I bruised a bunch of ribs and fractured the radial head in my elbow where the radius or forearm bone attaches to the elbow. Anyway, I can’t drive for a while and have my arm in a soft cast and sling and it hurts like a mother! We are referring to yesterday as the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
It was probably the worst 30th anniversary on record. Hurricane Katrina happened on our 20th. We’ve decided to lay low on anniversaries divisible by 10 in the future. Thank god I have a great husband and we were able to laugh and cry and get angry at the same things throughout the day. Rick is my rock-everyone should be so lucky.
I called mom’s nurse this morning and she said she seemed less disoriented and more antsy, wanting to get out of bed. That sounds encouraging! As soon as I see for myself, I will provide an update.
She did seem better, but the left hand still has no feeling or movement. When the nurses ask her questions she gives the right answers. Then 5 minutes later she’ll ask me to go in the other room to get something, and I tell her we’re in the hospital, and she seems surprised.
Dr Schroeder came in and told us the results of the MRI. There was no bleed, but her left side is getting worse because the deeper tumor has grown despite 4 weeks of radiation and chemotherapy. That’s not a good sign. He said we have some tough choices ahead. All I know is I don’t want to make them.