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Back In The Swing Of Things?
I’m going to try and get back into the swing of things here on Peanut Butter and Whine. I have to be truthful here if it hadn’t been for Jamie stepping in for me there wouldn’t have been anything the last week. I just didn’t have it in me. I am so thankful she is part of my support group. I for one have taken her up on the Young Living Oils. I need some de-stressing and a happiness blends desperately. I will keep in the loop about how it goes once the oils arrive. For now I’m learning there are a lot of things that I never thought of when dealing with the death of a loved one. I know y’all have told us the struggles that you have had. I know Kate, you were shredding your Dads papers for what seemed months. Michelle you were having even more issues to deal with. NOW I can honestly sympathize with you. Now I understand. And it SUCKS!!! Having to now clean out Mom’s little apartment; holy moly! First, I did a horrible job with my every two week spot cleaning because……… well………. disgusting. Second who knew the woman could cram…
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Hospice From My Point Of View
If you are new here Friday December 22 my Mom had a massive heart attack. I decided to write about my journey, wait, my Mom’s journey? Well, however we classify it. This is a Hospice story from my point of view, Helen’s daughter. This is the 5th of 5 posts about our Hospice experience. On Day 4 of Hospice Care at 3:45 am December 29th my Mom passed away. I had a ‘feeling’ when it was time for bed and that she was slipping away. So I pulled up a chair and stayed by her bed holding her hand and talking to her as she passed away. It was peaceful. Mom is pain free now. I would still 100% do it all over again. I would actually do it a few days earlier if I had do-overs. I’ve told you before Hospice is FANTASTIC! Mom passed away at around 3:45 in the morning and a Hospice nurse was dispatched at 4 in the morning, from 50 miles away to confirm Mom’s passing. After that Hospice continued to do everything for me. Made all the phone calls and arrangements. The men dressed in suits and ties from mortuary arrived for Mom.…
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What Is Hospice Care?
I gotta be honest here; I had a totally different idea of what Hospice Care was. I truly live in my own little fairy-tale land. Seriously. Some of the things that I review just amaze me!! I can’t believe that they exist. Automation faaaaagetaboutit! Simple things like the fax machine? BLOWS my mind!! HOW does my machine know what the other person sent me!? So, basically I’m a kid in a grown up body. So, in my own little fairy-tale world I heard the word Hospice and I pictures one of those movies where this nurse in a crisp white uniform, white tights, white shoes, snappy little nurses hat comes in and totally takes over. Is with my Mom 24/7 and I basically get to be the daughter that just sits here next to Mom and hold her hand. Talk to her and take regular bathroom breaks with the door shut. THAT Hospice may exist for a financial class way, way (like light years) way above ours but it’s not OUR Hospice. Fairy-tale aside Hospice is amazing. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am feeling blessed. We picked Silverado San Diego for Mom’s Hospice. Christmas DAY!!! CHRISTMAS DAY!! We…
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Life Changes In A Split Second
I debated a long time with this post. First, just whether to even write it or not. But, in the almost 8 years I’ve been writing Peanut Butter and Whine, it’s been an ever-changing blog. I’ve always written what was on my mind (ha, or what’s left of it anyway!) and what’s happening in my life. So, today you get the Cliff Notes version. I explain more, add my thoughts and my new understanding of well……. basically how bad it sucks to get old. On Friday, December 22 at 6:00 pm I went to my Mom’s granny flat at the back of our house to check on her as is my usual routine. I found her on the floor with a vacant stare and her arm horribly mangled behind her head. So still and lifeless I truly believed she was gone. Life CHANGES! In A SPLIT second. I went from wrapping Christmas gifts to directing paramedics in a span of 5 minutes. Here starts my first episode of guilt. I have no way of knowing how long she had been laying there. Guilt. From several hours in the ER to being moved into Intensive Care Unit at Tri City Hospital…
