Not in the brochure II

So I’ve been here with Mom for a week plus. I’m here during the nights, Milan, Mom’s caregiver is here during the days.

Mom is very weak, but still very much alive. She has received a steady stream of visitors. They all go away scratching their heads a bit. Mom is on hospice, meaning that she is not relying on medical doctors to help her fight her cancer. There’s way too much of it multiplying way too fast, and her 82 year-old frame cannot take the chemo. But she doesn’t act at all like a dying soul. So her friends leave their from these visits perplexed. They expect to see Death’s cold hand on her, but don't. She is kind of a live wire on a death bed.

But that cold hand is not far away. Her balance is deteriorating daily, her appetite is minimal, her breath is short, and her concentration episodic.

So, we are starting down the waterslide, and this one has no safety net.