Angie has hit a bit of a rough patch on this road that is slowly leading to her death. I would give anything to take her off this route and put her on one that does not include falls, bumps, bruises, skin tears, anxiety, restlessness, and now pneumonia.
I want to put her on the route that is a little less rocky, a little more peaceful. But we are shouldering through it, trying remedies till we find one that works. Dottie flew back to Kansas last night to be with mom. So far, that loving, familiar presence at the bedside has helped Angie the most.
The hardest thing for me is not being able to predict if this is something she will recover from or if we have only days to weeks left. I have seen countless families struggle with this and I tell myself what I tell them... there is just no way of knowing.