Very little has changed since yesterday. Mom slept a lot (5 hours straight) yesterday when she got out of surgery. I think the sleep can be attributed to a combination of the anesthesia and the pain medications.
She was started on a Fentanyl patch on Saturday. This is what will be used for pain management when she comes home from the hospital. She is also receiving an small amount of Dilaudid (a derivative of morphine) through her IV every hour. The pain meds make her drowsy and a little disoriented.
We are still waiting to hear from the oncologist about the plans for her chemotherapy. I hope to know more tomorrow.
Her sister, Erlinda (Auntie Diday to me,) arrived from the Philippines late last night and stayed with her overnight. I know it’s a great comfort to my mom to have her here. Her other sister Rose (Auntie Nene) should be here from the Philippines later this week. Her brother Ernie came from San Diego today to visit her too. My cousins have also been in to visit. I’m incredibly thankful for my cousin Roda. She’s been there a lot to help with basics like positioning Mom in the bed, helping her to the bathroom, feeding, etc (she’s a nurse, along with my two aunts.) She’s been a great support for my dad and me too. It’s nice to see family I don’t see often, I just wish it were under different circumstances.
A priest also came today to pray with her and performed the sacrament of the anointing of the sick. Even though she wasn’t awake the whole time, I’m sure it brought her comfort and peace.
Like I said, the pain meds have made her a little loopy and she’s said some funny things because of it. Last night she asked to play Yahtzee and said she was going to kick our butts. (Yahtzee is how we passed the time when my dad was recovering from his open heart surgery 2 years ago.) She was “dancing” in her bed. It was really cute! She also was schooling one of her nurses (a new hire going through orientation) on a treatment for low blood pressure. “Tilt the head of the bed back and check the vitals again in 15 minutes to see if your treatment worked…” (Mom’s been a critical care nurse for over 40 years and has worked at this hospital for the last 23 years.) I’m sure her nurse received a few other tips last night and will get more tonight. My mom is an incredible RN and in her heart knows that she should share the knowledge that she has. That desire to share and teach is something I really admire about her.
Mom is in good spirits and is really at peace with the cards that have been dealt. She knows that only God knows the number of days in our lives and we must cherish the time we have.
Please continue to pray for a miraculous healing. Please pray that we don’t worry about how much time she may have left and that instead we enjoy the present day that the Lord has given us.
This passage was brought up the past two weeks at my Women’s Bible Study and it’s been on my heart a lot since we received the news.
Matthew 6: 25-34
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.