Confused

Ever since Memaw fell two weeks ago, we've been in a state of confusion. She comes through the surgery fine, but then is almost lost the night after. She shows small improvements in some areas and then regresses. Some days she eats better, some days she hardly eats or wakes at all.

There are times when we think she has literally hours left to live and then other times when we think, 'well maybe she will pull through.' All of this makes decisions difficult. And of course through no fault of their own, the doctors have no solid answers. It's always-'wait and see.' Moving her to a nursing home is the current agenda this week. We have no idea. One doctor mentioned it, and when mom said "will they take her with the IV and catheter?" He said no regarding the IV. Then he said well he did have some patients in the nursing home with IVs.

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What are we supposed to do with that?

And then Poppy, my grandfather, is still dealing with the whole business of whether or not Memaw will come home. And this weekend, Mom had to explain to him that if she made it out of the hospital she would still need to be in a nursing home. He, of course, just misses her.

On another subject: D is off for two weeks to work on house stuff. He's decided to hire someone to do the roof. The framers are almost done. D and his dad are almost done installing the windows. We are still waiting on the doors to come in. After the house is dried in, we'll call in the floor guys. We're having the concrete stained and polished in some of the house...I'll get into that in another post. It seems we're making progress with the house faster now.

Progress=good. Confusion=bad.