On this day back in 2018, Mom would experience what I believe was the last day of her life, in the sense that she probably felt that everything was going to be okay and that she was still confident that in a few more weeks, she would be cleared to return home and resume her life there. This was not meant to be, as she would succumb to sepsis some days later.
I didn't see Mom that day, which was a Sunday that year. I was living about an hour and a half away and hadn't seen her much since she was first hospitalized that August. She was hospitalized in early August 2018 for what she had deemed to have been some kind of pain in her back and the related wetness she felt in that same area. At the time, she believed that she was sweating profusely, given the late summer temperatures at the time. Upon further inspection, she was found to have been bleeding from at least three massive bed sores. I suppose one of the telltale signs of this gradual, but ever present blood loss, would have been the resulting scent of this blood drying all around her back and vicinity. She couldn't have seen the blood as it dried, as she was much too large physically to turn around and look behind her. I don't know if she smelled it and just ignored it. What she couldn't ignore was the pain coming from those bed sores. So, eventually she'd be transported to a hospital via ambulance, which I believe was the first of four facilities she would visit after leaving the house. I want to say that she would spend time in two hospitals and two wound care facilities.
Seven years ago today, I assume that Mom was conscious and coherent after having been transferred to the second of these two hospitals from the second wound care facility where she had been weeks earlier. She was probably conversational with hospital staff and Dad, who I am assuming was visiting her that day. I know that he tended to visit Mom as often as he could in the two months since she left the house, especially on Sundays, which was his customary day off. He had to have been there with her that particular Sunday. I can't say what their conversation may have been pertaining to, but at the very least, they were probably talking and Mom's condition was stable and otherwise good.
I don't know what would happen to her, internally or with regards to physical body, going into the new week, now going into Monday, October 15th. Something happened though, overnight perhaps, something bordering on catastrophic.
Absolutely, no one could have anticipated what would happen in the days to come. In some measure, it all happened gradually. But that Sunday, October 14, 2018, at least to me, would be the beginning of Mom's end.
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