We pass the days in a hospital haze.
Mom made it through the surgery to repair her hip. Because of heart disease the risk was high.
The day was tricky as her dementia is worsened by the loss of routine, changes to her medications, and pain.
But this evening, as my sister sits with Mom, she gives me a call. She holds the phone for her to talk to me, and she is like a little kid, so happy to hear my voice. Despite her difficulty finding the words, she manages to say, You’re number one. Right at the top. We’ll get together soon.
Thank goodness, the long day that began with fear and uncertainty, ends with sweet dreams.