The night was not over…

Early this morning I posted “My child is in a pain-free sleep.  I will now try to sleep.  “Tomorrow may be a rough day” https://tersiaburger.com/2012/12/07/tomorrow-may-be-a-rough-day/  not realising that the night was not over yet.

My poor child had a horrible night.  The pain was under control, but her arm still throbbed, and she was restless.  I was busy with some Christmas gifts.  I tried to go to sleep, but gave it up as a bad job.  So I wrote a post.  At 2am this morning I had just “published” when Vic rang the intercom.

The intercom is her 911

I ran down the passage knowing that my poor child had vomited again.  The poor little thing was standing in the shower covered in her 7 pm dinner and antibiotic tablets.  The food had not digested at all.  She was shivering and crying.

I cleaned up whilst Vic showered.

“I am sorry Mommy.  I am so sorry Mommy”… Vic sobbed.

“I can’t do this anymore Mommy.  I don’t want to live like this anymore….”

I eventually got into bed at 5am.  Three hours sleep used to be enough sleep when I was younger.  I think I am getting old.  I need more than 3 hours.  Maybe it is time to look at a night nurse…..

Hospice called early this morning.  The antibiotics have been changed to IM injections.  We cannot put up an IV drip.  Sr Siza told Vic she should be admitted to hospital to have the abscess lanced and drained.  Vic refused.  “No more hospitals.  Mommy you promised…”

Monday morning Dr Sue will come to the house and do the procedure here.

Yesterday I spoke with a wonderful young man, Marchelle.  I was privileged to have worked with Marchelle worked for a couple of years.  Unfortunately we lost a large contract and had to go our separate ways.

Marchelle has a pure heart.  He is selfless and one of the very few people I trust with every fibre of my being.  Marchelle has never let me down.

Marchelle told me he is following my blog.  He asked me whether I thought the situation is truly as bad as Hospice say it is.  I said I did.

He asked “what is different this time? You have been told so many times that Vic was dying, and then she bounces back…”

I started giving him the facts; Vic is in renal and hepatic failure… This time she cannot bounce back.  Organ failure is organ failure…. Talking to him I thought “Marchelle is right!  Why am I giving up this time?  I have NEVER given up on my child, and I will not give up now.” 

I walked into Vic’s room and stood in the door looking at my beautiful little girl sleeping.  I am so tired that I am allowing the negativity of the situation to get to me.  It was however only at 4:00 am that the reality of Vic’s situation re-settled around my heart like a lead jacket – I know my child has had enough.

Marchelle said he prays for us every day, and I believe him.

This morning Vic took her precious boys to pick up their report cards.  Both Danie and I said we would take them.  Vic very politely refused.  She wanted to take her boys.  She wanted to be first to see their marks.  Maybe for the last time…

She was absolutely delighted with their marks.  The boys had worked hard and deserve every mark they received.  I wonder whether the boys will remember in the years to come that their Mommy got out of her sick- bed to go with them to collect their 2012 report cards.

We are so proud of them.  They are brave kids.

On Sunday we will celebrate my birthday.  On the 24^th we will have our first Christmas dinner with Lani, Tom and all their kids.  Simone still believes in Santa!  On the 25^th we will go to Church.  On the 26^th we will celebrate Jared’s birthday.  On the 27^th we will start planning our New Year celebrations.

Forward planning is “The power of positive thinking”…