Mom hasn’t been unpleasant each of the last six days. Only one, I think.
But she’s not eating or doing her therapy. So no bueno.
People don’t live long when they eat less than 300 calories per day. Mom is probably on the south end of the 80-pound range now. Bright side: She’s hella easy to lift.
I’m sadly getting more comfortable with the idea that she’s never coming home, nor will she be living much longer.
That’s a bitter pill to swallow. But I think that’s what she wants. And what she’d want if she were rational.