After January’s crisis my mother’s health got better for a few days, maybe a week or two, before returning to its slow decline. She did not feel well enough to show up for her doctor visits, and her doctor and her caretaker did as well as they could do on video. He restarted the medications she’d been taking, which caused her nausea to worsen, which caused her misery to deepen past the point that any medication, from a head shop or otherwise, could help. One evening, out of breath, she asked to be taken to the hospital. On the phone I told her caregiver the same thing I’d always said, which her caregiver knew well enough by then to not need me to repeat: My mom hates hospitals. Don’t let her go.
A covenant
A covenant
A covenant
After January’s crisis my mother’s health got better for a few days, maybe a week or two, before returning to its slow decline. She did not feel well enough to show up for her doctor visits, and her doctor and her caretaker did as well as they could do on video. He restarted the medications she’d been taking, which caused her nausea to worsen, which caused her misery to deepen past the point that any medication, from a head shop or otherwise, could help. One evening, out of breath, she asked to be taken to the hospital. On the phone I told her caregiver the same thing I’d always said, which her caregiver knew well enough by then to not need me to repeat: My mom hates hospitals. Don’t let her go.