My mother isn’t doing well. At all. About 10 years ago, she was diagnosed with CREST Syndrome, which is an autoimmune disease related to lupus. Various things have gone wrong with her in the last decade…lung damage and kidney damage (dialysis required) have been the worst. About three weeks ago, she went into the hospital with an infection, and it hasn’t really responded to the antibiotics. Her dialysis has become almost impossible to do…it keeps stopping up and they’ve had her hooked from her arm, from her neck and from a central line. In none of those sites have they been able to keep it going. Her blood pressure is consistently low, and they have had to put her on a respirator. In the last three weeks, she’s just been getting weaker and weaker. The doctor said today that she’s becoming overwhelmed and just can’t keep everything going in the manner she needs it to keep going to get better.
I’ve been on the phone most of the afternoon and evening now, with the doctor, with his nurse-practitioner, with my aunt, with my brother (who is co-POA with me). We’ve decided that continuing to aggressively treat her problems is only weakening her further, causing her pain and fear and stress. Her doctor thinks that even WITH continued aggressive care, her prognosis is neither positive nor long.
My brother and I (and our youngest aunt, Mom’s closest sibling) are agreed that it’s time to stop making her suffer more for the slim possibility that she can spend the rest of her life not able to walk, use her hands, or be off of dialysis. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to make a phone consent to the ICU to give her more effective painkillers, extubate her, remove the dialysis machine (the last-ditch effort was Continuous, and it’s just not effective) and move her to the palliative care unit. I live in Lancaster, she is in Altoona (almost 200 miles away). My brother and I have already said our goodbyes to her (we were both up this past weekend to visit), because we’ve been pretty sure this point was coming for the past week and a half.
I don’t know how long she has without the support of the dialysis or the respirator. She could go within an hour of removing everything or she could go on for several more days (I almost typed “weeks” but without dialysis it won’t be that long). All I have left is bereavement leave, or I would be down there tomorrow. I can’t take that until she goes.
I know this is the only right thing to do…she hates and fears the respirator. You can see that in her eyes. She’s expressed a wish not to be on life support to several of her sisters, but she didn’t make out a living will, so it’s on my brother and me. It’s a hell of a decision to have to make…I wish I didn’t have to.
I’m so glad to have supervenusfreak for support…even if I can keep it together, at least I know he’s there for me if I can’t. All the details that will have to be taken care of keep racing through my mind…the funeral, the funeral home, confirming her crypt, the house, her creditors, her car, her dog, what do I do with all the stuff IN the house? I’m the executor of her will, and I’ve never BEEN an executor for anyone’s will before, even as simple as hers is. I’ve never been a Power of Attorney before, and I’m dealing with that as an on-the-job training kind of thing right now. I probably SHOULD be falling to pieces, but I’m managing to…not prevent that, but rather defer it. I hope that doesn’t make it fall like a ton of bricks when it does come.
It’s going to be a hell of a week. I don’t even want to think about it.
