The Night Before…..Part 2

Donna’s rally continued all night, and what a night it was.  About 9:00 in the evening, she said, “Deb sing me a song! I replied with. “i don’t sing well. Darla’s the singer in the family.”  She wanted me to sing anyway. So I did.  I sang church hymns, and songs from our childhood. When I had depleted my repertoire of songs, we began to talk about TV shows, particularly cooking shows.  Donna was an encyclopedia of knowledge pertaining to cooking shows.  She knew all the back stories and gossip about all the chefs. Our conversation continued to the wee hours of the morning. I began to get very sleepy and found myself dozing in between sentences. When suddenly Donna exclaimed, “Deb, Sing!” Well, it wasn’t exactly a stellar performance, but I sang many of the same songs.  Even though I was exhausted, physically and emotionally, I knew this was most likely the last time I would be able to talk with my sister. I was right.

After having talked all night, the next day she once again became unresponsive.

Next post: Once again the Hospice Decision is Made

The Night Before……, Part 1

Donna remained in the transition section of the hospital for several days and was then moved to the long term care floor. Her extreme pattern of being awake for entire days, then sleeping for entire days continued.  One day i received a frantic phone call from Darla, letting me know that it appeared things were changing for Donna.  She had been asleep for many hours and her vital signs were changing.  As soon as possible i packed my bags and once again made the journey to the hospital.

As i traveled that evening, Darla called me several times. She told me that Donna was stabilizing somewhat, but was still basically unresponsive.  Darla and another family friend were in Donna’s room when I arrived.  They had the TV going and were trying to have normal conversation, because it was possible that Donna could hear and understand what was being said. Soon Donna began to move her head as if she was listening and responding to what we said.  Then suddenly, she  asked a question about the movie on TV! We about flipped out.  Slowly, bit by bit, she began to talk and talk and talk.

It was decided that I would spend the night with her.  The night before…..

The Downward Spiral Begins

After five nights in Critical Care, Donna was moved onto a transition floor in the hospital. She seemed to be improving, or so we thought. Because of the severe infection in one of her heart valves, Donna was taking strong antibiotics. Her blood pressure was stabilizing. However, every nurse that came in said something about her being very sick. One nurse stated that they had previously had a few patients that recovered from endocarditis, but they were patients that were otherwise healthy. No one was giving us much hope for her recovery.
Donna’s mind was still, well, all over the place. She could remember phone numbers. She could recall things I had told her the day after her heart attack. On the other hand she would do things like put phantom salt on a phantom sandwich she was supposedly holding in her hands. Oh, dear.
She would talk for hours and hours. She would stay awake all night talking. Then when she was given medicine to help her relax, she would sleep for hours and hours. It was a wild pendulum swing. This continued day after day.

Critical Care Care

Brief visits with family and friends was up to that point my only experience with critical care. When Donna was placed in CCU, I got up close and personal exposure to the intense care given to patients in that unit. We were allowed to stay with Donna round the clock, as long as there were no more than two people in her room at a time.
The rooms are small and designed for function, not family comfort. Darla and I didn’t mind at all, because we knew that Donna needed ‘critical care’ and we wanted nothing less for her. The nurses were the best of the best. They were professional and focused. They readily responded to our questions and concerns, but they did not spend extra time just visiting. If we accidentally had more than two people in Donna’s room, they quickly and pointedly brought that to our attention, and of course we immediately complied with the two person rule.
During Donna’s stay in critical care, she had periods of being very awake and periods of being unable to wake up. It was always one or the other. The electrocardiogram showed that she had two bad heart valves that needed to be replaced, as well as infection in one of the valves. The infection was called endocarditis and very serious. She also needed several heart bypasses. The kicker was that her heart was not strong enough for even an angiogram. Her cardiologist told us that Donna’s condition was very grave, and we should start getting in contact with her family, and getting her things ready…..

The Game Changing Heart Attack

It was a typical late Saturday afternoon at my house. I was busily doing my typical Saturday tasks, preparing for Sunday’s worship and the next school week, when Darla’s call came. Donna had a heart attack and was in the ER. When she was brought in by ambulance, her blood pressure was 40/20 and her pulse was in the 180 range. She was conscious and responsive, but strangely she was completely lucid one minute and completely confused the next. The doctors shocked her heart (without sedation) in order to bring down her heart rate. Darla said her screams could be heard throughout the ER. The next post will be about Donna’s stay in The Critical Care Unit.

Donna’s Back Story.

Donna’s health began to deteriorate in 2007 when she began to lose her ability to walk. She went to several doctors, had a multitude of tests run, and no diagnosis or treatment was ever decided. Soon after this, she began to have problems with her eyes. it was her eye doctor that found her diabetes.

Apparently she had been diabetic for at least a decade and didn’t know it. She was not one for getting regular check ups. The diabetes had done considerable damage to her eyes. During this time it was discovered that the diabetes had also severely damaged her kidneys. Within two years she was on dialysis, and within another year she had lost the sight in one eye.

Life was hard for Donna.

Another Family Death, New Lessons Learned

It has been quite a while since I added a new post to this blog.  In a way, that’s good because it means that life has been relatively calm for our family.  However, this last month, my sister passed away, and even though she did not have cancer, we did, as a family, walk down a similar path to those families dealing with cancer.

In the next several posts I will chronicle my sister’s passing and share with you the things I learned. I will share the love and the sorrow; the bitter and the sweet.