In an instant, life as we knew it changed. My mom went into the bathroom a whole person, and she came out about 20 minutes later with a broken body. She couldn’t walk and she was bent over and trembling. I rushed to the bathroom and saw her like that. Something happened in there. The aide said she needed help and I called out to the caregiver to bring the wheelchair. They put mom in the wheelchair and took her back to her room and then put her in her chair. The aide said nothing to me or anyone else about what happened. Mom said she hurt and the aide said she’s never seen my mom like that.
After the aide left, it didn’t take long before I realized my Mom was really hurt. She was clearly distressed. Not knowing the severity of her injuries, I tried to calm her down and reassure her that everything will be ok. Mom was making comments that she didn’t like the aide and that she couldn’t move her arms and that it hurts. I felt up and down my mom’s arms and noticed she had a hard lump in her left arm. I didn’t know it was broken. I thought it was a pulled muscle, maybe. I just had no idea. The two caregivers there put cream and an icepack on it. One of the caregivers was a nurse for 30 years. Mom’s arm began bruising in her armpit area and down the inside part of her arm. Finally, after repeated attempts to reach Renee, she showed up. Several hours after the incident, Mom was transported to a hospice hospital, at Renee's direction, and four days later she was dead.
Towards the end it was just awful. By then several of Mom’s grandchildren were there. Annie arrived late, but she made it in time. She got there after the nurses moved mom to her final resting position. They placed her on her side so that her breathing would be easier. Two chaplains had paid a visit on that last day. Prayers were said, tears were constant, though we tried not to let Mom hear us cry, and Mom was slipping away fast. We didn’t want her to die but it was too painful watching her die that we just wanted it to end. But how could we survive without her?
It was just too painful to watch her as she was showing all of the signs that the end was near. The nurse said Mom was semi-comatose. We reluctantly all left the room, in case Mom wanted to die alone. The chaplain stayed with her for awhile. I went down the hall to call my son. A few minutes later my niece ran to get me and she said, “She’s gone.” I ran down the hall, as I saw my nephew running to get his mom, and others running into my mom’s room. We were all there within seconds. She was just laying there, lifeless, with Annie holding her hand. Annie had slipped back in the room and she was there when Mom took her last breath. There was no more struggle to breathe. She was free from the pain, but our pain was unbearable. I dropped to my knees and held on to her and cried MOMMY!!!! I was a little girl again, who needed her mommy. Everything was so surreal. The crying, everyone crying that awful cry when someone you love dies. The chaplain was crying, too.
Sadly, an autopsy had to be done on my mom. I hate that she had to have that done. We have the preliminary report that said she didn't have a heart attack or stroke. We are still waiting for the final results but we know what it's going to read. Mom died as a result of her injuries. We are just waiting. One thing I am sure of, my mom didn't fall. She didn't have any bruises on her hip or the outside of her arm. The coroner's report is what everyone is waiting for, though I don't know if I will be able to look at it.