After talking to Rob this morning, and posting my news blurt, my body was here but my heart and mind were with Mum. I visualized the paramedics or nurses trying to find a vein in Mum's frail, dehydrated body for the IV and would have gladly offered up my body as a pin cushion if only I could.
The phone rang. It was Susan. She had read the blog post about Mum and rang to give support and to catch up after being away on a trip to Ottawa for most of the week. She knew I was leaving at 12.30 for two grandson's hockey games, but before saying goodbye, she prayed over the phone for Mum. She had the joy of knowing her and loves her, as everyone does who has ever met her. It was a great comfort to have her prayers to carry me through the afternoon.
As I walked in the door at about 5.30, Paul said that Rob had called and Mum was settled in the hospital and being well cared for.
I called Rob back. Indeed it had been hard hooking her up to an IV and the first doctor that tried, put the IV into a muscle, causing her wrist to puff up, but then a black nurse patiently took over and worked gently until she got one in properly, while my nephew John, held her other hand, to reassure her. Rob said that it was so good to see the fluid dripping into her.
She had lost her speech completely and was unable to focus her eyes. Her mouth and throat had a bad thrush infection, which the doctor said may have been what made it hard to swallow, and she also had a urinary tract infection as well as chest infection.
The doctor called Rob at home this evening to get more details about Mum, and she said that she could be well enough to come home in three days. Three days!!!
Poor Rob and Mum have had such a struggle this week as he tried to support her through her gastro-enteritis, trying to gently bathe her and keep her clean, while she struggled to stand and cling onto him, while too weak really to do so.
I am so grateful for his tender care of her. So grateful too, for the fact that every minute, life giving fluid and nutrients, as well as paracetamol for her fever are dripping into her body.
Most of all I am grateful for the prayer that covers her right now, like a blanket warmed by love.