So... The nurse had come yesterday, left four enemas, sepositories, milk of magnesia, and some red fluid stuff they use for Colonoscopies. She was supposed to drink that shit today.
Unfortunately, and a bit expected, Mom has finally slipped into an unconscious state, and she's running a fever of 102 and has a heart rate of 150. She's not expected to live for the next two days max. Her breathing has intensified. So no poop medication (Anyone need an enema? I have plenty) and it's just pain medication now. Not even food or water because she can't swallow if she's unconscious.
Not much more to say, it's been a long road from when she first was diagnosed with cancer in April of last year to now. She fought a good fight. She was a very strong woman who unfortunately got stuck with some shitty odds and one of the most aggressive forms of cancer known.
While she didn't get to enjoy much of her retirement, she did love living here and made many friends. She told me countless times how much she enjoyed living in Cleveland and that she had more friends here than anywhere else that she lived in her life. Which is saying something because she lived a lot of places.
Mom went from being born in Germany in 1944 to moving to Canada to be a domestic worker. She married my Father there and moved to Detroit. There they spent over a decade married until she left to move to Los Angeles (Westchester). She had two more very serious relationships at that time, and almost got married both times but it never worked out. We would visit her every summer for years.
I moved out to Downey California when I was starting 9th grade and we lived together, eventfully, for over a year before I had enough and moved back to Cleveland. She packed up and moved to Vermont to become a culinary teacher.
A few years later they asked her back to her former employer (Stouffer hotels, now The Renascence) and she went to work at the new hotel "The Esmerelda" in Palm Desert California. There she bought her third house and worked for a number of years.
After living there, she was asked by Donald Trump (Really) to move to New Jersey to open the Taj Mahal as the executive pastry chef. She did, though she didn't like it. It was just an East Coast lifestyle vs West Coast. She didn't get on in New Jersey. So the people at Harrah's asked her to come to Lake Tahoe. She worked and ran the pastry for both Harrah's and Harvey's hotels.
When she retired, she moved to Cleveland and spent almost three years here.
She's had a very full life. I can say that it was nice having her here for these last years. She and I had a very... VERY strained relationship, and it did a lot to mend the breaks that had developed over the years. While constantly indifferent and a hard woman to get to know. I know she will be missed.
I do appreciate everyone's emails and kind words and responses. I am doing fine. I have dealt with this with my Father who I was much closer to. It is not easy. It is sad. But I feel better having done all of this for her. I think she was happy in her last moments here, and that makes me feel like I did the best I could do for her.
I will update again when she passes and oh the mania that will develop when we're dealing with funerals and home sales and all the fun shit I have to deal with going forward.