I know I’ve been a little slow with this update. That’s because on Monday, Karen talked to the doctor and she was told that it would be any time now, but probably within the next couple of days. I’ve been waiting, therefore, thinking that there would be a change any minute. But it’s now Thursday morning, those two days are come and gone, and Mom seems to be basically exactly as she was on Monday.

As for how that is, honestly, not bad, at least to the best of my ability to judge. She is no longer responsive at all — there’s been no conversation, no attempts to move, no facial expressions for a while. I’m not quite sure how long, but I’ve been at the hospice for the past twenty-four hours and during that time, she’s been essentially unconscious. The nurse was a little late with her pain medication this morning (she’s getting it every 12 hours) and Mom gave no indication of being in any discomfort. Her breathing is steady and clear, and her temperature is normal. I haven’t spoken to the doctor yet, but I suspect she’s gone from being “any minute” to “sometime pretty soon”. But from my perspective, she’s not in pain and she’s not agitated like she was before, so this is not that bad. I’d say that from mom’s perspective, she’s probably ready to be done with it — but since she’s not letting go yet, maybe not. The nurse did say to me this morning that sometimes people, moms especially, won’t leave while their kids are in the room, and Karen and I have basically been with her round-the-clock for the past several days, so we’ll see.

As for how the rest of us are doing, I think pretty well. It’s sort of settling into a routine — a strange routine, but a routine nonetheless. Both teenage boys are excited (at least I think Tyler is, but I know Rory is) about getting a chance to spend a night home alone: Rory’s first was last night and when I called him this morning, he told me that the dog guilted him into going to bed at a normal time. He was going to stay up really late, but she was staring at him disapprovingly and so he didn’t. I feel really lucky to have such a responsible teenager that he lets the dog tell him what to do! And such a good dog, too.