Thank you God 17.12.2012 – One year ago


Thank you God

I just finished a batch of choc-chip cookies.  The house is quiet and sweet smell of the biscuits has permeated the air.  The Christmas tree lights are flicking and the first batch of gifts beautifully wrapped.  It is the season of Christmas. Two weeks ago I despaired that Vic would not live to see Christmas. Dr Sue came and saw Vic this morning.  She lanced the cellulitis abscess on Vic’s arm.  My baby girl was so brave!! Sue told us of a young man who came to see her in her rooms with a small abscess in his face.   He cried with pain.  Sue told Vic what a brave person she is…I was so proud of my little girl. Vic’s heart and pulse rate is very elevated.  She has a kidney infection.  Kidney infections make her tired. I just checked on Vic, and she is sleeping so peacefully.  She has a serene expression on her beautiful face, and she is truly pain-free tonight. Sitting here I am counting my blessings. My baby girl is home.  I cannot begin to imagine how difficult it would have been if Vic lived elsewhere or if she was married or involved.  I can now care for my child without having to consider my “position” in her life.  I am able to be her mommy and take care of her. The boys are settled and happy living with us.  We love having them so close to us.  They are such well-behaved, kind and helpful boys!  Before Vic moved home the boys, mainly Jared, had to cook most days.  Now they are able to be children. Life has settled into an easy routine.  We have laughter and fun.  We cry and despair.  We hug.  We talk and constantly affirm our love for one another. Vic is spending a lot of time with her boys – talking.  She helped with the preparations for Jared’s 16th birthday party.  Vic passed me the spices when I baked this year’s Christmas cakes.  We laughed when we decided the cake needed another “splash of brandy”.  Vic “chose” her Christmas Cake. My wonderful husband is such an amazing person.  He is my rock and pillar.  He loves and protects us. I am happy and content with our lives. Thank you God for this time of closeness.  

The night was not over…


“You ain’t heavy, you are my Mother”

Early this morning I posted “My child is in a pain-free sleep.  I will now try to sleep.  “Tomorrow may be a rough dayhttps://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 24th we will have our first Christmas dinner with Lani, Tom and all their kids.  Simone still believes in Santa!  On the 25th we will go to Church.  On the 26th we will celebrate Jared’s birthday.  On the 27th we will start planning our New Year celebrations.

Forward planning is “The power of positive thinking”…

Vic and her baby Jon-Daniel..
Vic and her baby Jon-Daniel..