I haven't written anything since my mother and family got home from England. That was ten days ago.

I can't cover everything that has happened since then. My mother is still at home, in a hospital bed with 24/7 home health workers helping out. She is heavily sedated on morphine, Fentanyl, and lorazepam. She has been catheterized. She is not eating. She is barely drinking. Her blood pressure is lower each day and her heart rate is higher. The nurse can no longer find a pulse in her extremities.

She is occasionally lucid, sometimes downright witty, but mostly sleeps.

We are looking at a few days at most. I am bouncing between go-mad crying fits and being almost okay.

She is still here, but I really miss her.