My mother became ill in August 2008 with ovarian cancer. This is a story of the final months of an exceptional woman.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Funtimes

Nearly 12 days of relentless rain and darkness to be broken about 30 minutes ago by a lovely evening sunshine. Mother is sleeping now as she has done nearly all day but she did wake for a bit when the sun broke through and said, "These are the funtimes". I appreciate her cooperative kindness which is always evident even as she suffers this relentless, stalking and cruel disease. If I ask her directly how she feels she invariably says, "fine, fine". But at other times she will make sad and poignant comments to the air like "I think something is alive in my belly" and "I'm so tired of this, so tired". I am convinced she is not feeling any physical pain, however.

She is eating and drinking virtually nothing now....2 bites of scrambled eggs this morning and a few sips of water just enough to down her pain medication. Mizflounce is too, too tired to bestow her lovely smile on me any longer but she did answer a question I put to her with a touch of her old twinkle. "Mother, who is coming to visit you tomorrow?" to which she slowly but confidently responded..."QueenJanita!" I then put to her "and who do you think is going to collect her at the airport?". Mom knew that one too..."BlgBiscuits"

Don't get me wrong, it is very hard. While writing this I hear her moan across the room softly and begin to sit up. With my usual bravado I stride over and say "Why what does the Great Matron need? I am totally at your service!". "Pee pee" is the only response.

With great difficulty I help her stand and get to the bedside commode which is immediately beside the bed. Mother then is not able to sit. Unfortunately, Dad walks in at that moment and helps me sit her down. Nothing happens so I get her to stand and then just pick her up and place her back in bed. Dad, of course, is overwhelmed and hurries from the room. I see him crying in the living room.


Mom has settled in again to her nest with Mr. Frog, the music of Bach in the background. She rests peacefully in the twilight...

Jeff for Judy


3 comments:

Susan Thompson said...

Jeff,

I just read the blog and am so overcome with sadness. I hurt for all of you. I know how difficult this is for all of you. I pray that she is really in no pain and that this will end for all of you soon. Hopefully she will be able to visit with Jan a little which will mean so much to all of you. I know my mom is up there waiting for her and I hope the pain and suffering is over soon.

I wish there was something I could do to help but I know there is only the endurance you all must share. So glad Jan is coming today. Please tell Paul you are all in my thoughts and prayers.

Know I am thinking of all of you.

Love you,
Susan

Sarah Timewell said...

My dear,

I have more than one tear in each eye after reading this. It’s so beautiful. And I feel it must be such a help to you.

Such transformation you are surrounded with. Your mother; your father (in the depths of feeling) and maybe you too.

I will keep in touch,

Much love

Sarah

Clarkson A. Brown, Jr. said...

Dear Judy,

I regret that your health is such that you are being entrusted to hospice, however, I use the word entrusted advisedly as my experience with them in Margaret's case was all positive; very professional and competent whilst at the same instance personal and compassionate. They even tried to mollify me but had minimal success. You know me well enough to know the reasons for that.

The best that I can do from way down here for you and Paul Edmund way up there is to tell you that you, both of you, are in our thoughts and prayers -- every day.

Please give my best regards to Jeff and Jan as they, too, have spared no effort to see that you, my friend of these many years, are well attended.

With greatest affection,
Rabbit

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Vacherie, Louisiana, United States
Born in rural Arkansas my tongue took up residence in my cheek shortly thereafter. I use it to speak "Genteel Southern Lady". Cussin' I only use when provoked by the Uppity. Paul, my husband, and I have lived in Cajun Country for many years raising cane, twins (a boy and a girl; now adults? definitely old) and other mischief. Alligators, water moccassins and bears have tussled with me as I protect our swampy coastal farmstead. We are stuck now on lovely Lake Hamilton near Hot Springs where we have our second home. We have been here waiting for Godot since my heart valves blew out Late November 2007 and now with cancer diagnosed August 2008. The Furies have me in their sights... I am writing this blog to let my Beloveds know how I am doing so they will not "get off" in imagined ways on my dire straits. The reality is bad enough without turning my story into a B-grade movie of the mind. I know all of you wish me the very best. And I miss you! never no mind your fevered imaginations. This is as close as I can get to a fond and loving chat with you right now... Sadly, Judy aka Mizflounce passed away peacefully early on Sunday morning May 30th 2009 age 78.