Saturday afternoon the family gathered for what we thought would be a meeting to discuss hospice. What we went into shocked us.
Mom with two of her grandchildren on Christmas Day
The mom I thought I was going to be burying soon was awake and alert. She started eating, and has ate more in the last couple of days than she has in three months. She did a complete turnaround overnight and has been going strong these last few days. It's nothing short of a miracle.
I believe through the power of prayer and a renewed spirit, mom decided she wasn't going out like this. She mentioned that she overheard the doctor tell us in the beginning that she was dying from failure to thrive. I'm shocked that she actually took that information in, but she did. And it pissed her off. She told me just yesterday that God will decide when it's her time to go, not some guy in a white coat.
Although she's not completely out of the woods, I'm beyond amazed at how she went from a diagnosis of dying back to the vibrant mom that I know. She looked better yesterday than she has in months. She's been transferred to the Skilled Nursing Unit, where she'll be staying for a few days for physical and occupational rehab. If all goes well, she'll be back home with us after the weekend.
In other good news, we also received a call yesterday from the Cancer Center that my mom has been nominated as a "Creative Memories" recipient via the women's college basketball team. When the weather becomes suitable, the team will pay for a catered family barbeque and kids' activities, including a bounce house. That way mom can have an entire day surrounded by her favorite people. She will also be honored at an upcoming basketball game in February.
Miracles are within reach. They can and do happen. As my mother has proved.