It's after midnight and my husband and I are camping out in the hospital waiting area. We are all too fearful of going to far from the hospital so we are taking turns being "with mom". We can't go to her room after 10pm and she's still in ICU.
She has yet to respond as they want her to. She has reflexes but is not following the simple commands they are giving her. The doctors concern is possible brain damage.
We never thought we'd be on this journey. It's rather hard to believe.
Our last words to one another were over the phone as they were rushing her to surgery. She said to me, don't worry, I'll be ok. I love you. To which I responded I love you too.
It's scary to think that those may be the final words I heard from my mom and yet comforting too. There are still so many words left unsaid. So many things she asked me to do and I never seemed to have any time. So much I took for granted.
Lord, please give the doctors wisdom. Help us to not fear but trust. Keep my mother in your hands and let her know You are near.