It seems that my mother is not getting any better, just worse. Her one kidney did start functioning again, but it has now almost shut down. She isn't eating, has to have a catheter and is not able to have therapy on her leg. Her cardiologist said her heart is having erratic beats, but sees no reason for treatment. Mother is in a private room, but unable to get out of the bed alone.
The doctors/specialist are determinedly "vague" and keep putting off doing dialysis -- won't say why her leg hurts or what they plan to do, if anything. I've witnessed this behavior before with my grandparents; doctors hate to just outright say that someone is slowly dying, their internal organs shutting down. That is what I think is happening, and there's no stopping it. In fact, dialysis might kill her sooner.
I go nearly every day for a visit, even if a short one. My two middle sisters stay longer with her, but then, they have their husbands (both retired now) to help them with mother. I'm just not optimistic about her situation.
Yesterday was cold and windy, so I stayed indoors mostly and put down stick-on tile in my two hall closets. I'd had the material since I moved in, but had put that off all this time. It sure looks nice now.
Today is warmer, still a chill in the air, and I had to run to Wal-mart after visiting mother. When I got home, I took the dogs on a long walk, then went on my bike ride. This seems to be my daily routine, with a little house-cleaning tossed in and caring for my cats, and whatever else needs attention. Not a bad life, and for the most part, peaceful, serene.
I haven't been writing as much lately, due to mother's situation. Emotional upset usually prevents my being creative, but eventually I hope to finish the memoir.
Guess that is the news from here, for now.