Mom doesn’t have a fever anymore, but her breathing is slow and labored. She wasn’t responding today so they called and said I can enter the facility to see her for 30 minutes (The last time I was in her room was 11.5 months ago. Our rare visits since were in separate rooms through a solid partition with a speaker). Claire came with me today because her last visit was canceled due to the 2nd facility Covid outbreak.
Mom’s (101-year-old in July, or is it 102 after all this time in lockdown?) roommate is still there too. I wasn’t sure if Roomie was alive until today, but knew better than to ask. Mom definitely wasn’t responding to anything when we got there, but we talked to her, told her you love her, and played John Denver’s greatest hits, and she opened her blue eyes and had a big smile. She’s beyond tiny with the wasting, low 70s again for weight. She is still pain-free which is a great thing. I couldn’t bear it if she had pain on top of everything else the last 6 years of decline have included with it.
PS If you sent her a holiday card for old times sake, please know we read them to her and they’re on the bulletin board by her bed. I really didn’t think that delivery was ever going to be possible again!
