I had gotten a phone call on Monday mid-day that my Mom's left hand and corresponding fingers were swollen. We didn't know why: was it part and parcel of the stroke t hat she had the prior week or something new. I called the hospice and they sent her normal nurse over to check her out. No determination was made of the cause, and she ended up sleeping with the left hand on a pillow, raised. This is part of the decline that just keeps your heart in your throat, as you don't know what happens next.
I am so shot from worry and this Saturday begins my 2 week stint of Mom at night, so my brother can go on vacation.Hope I can get some sleep prior to this, or else the 10 pounds of coffee underneath each eye will easily go to 20 pounds.
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