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Care Partner
of the Month
-November/December
page 3

Roberta
Laws
Brooklyn, New York
After I had made the decision
the doctors thanked me for loving her enough to let her body take
it's natural course and not choosing to put her through what would
have been a long, hard and strenuous ordeal. That was the moment that
I dissolved into tears and felt the pain that I had felt only once
before in my life -- when my dad passed.
I called 2 and 3 times a day and got extensive reports while I was
in the process of making her final arrangements. The doctor and nursing
staff was wonderful and I felt at peace with the care she was receiving.
When you have a loved one in hospital or hospice care you MUST constantly
be on the scene. It is the ONLY way to insure that they are cared
for properly. If you cannot do it alone, implore the help of family
and friends; it makes a difference.
My next hardest decision was not to go running to the airport to board
a plane to Orlando. There was no one else to make the arrangements
of having my mom attended to in Orlando and New York, no one else
to secure churches, ministers, funeral directors and burial sites.
No one to choose scripture and music. No one to write out her funeral
program and obituary. No one to get the financial arrangements in
order. No one to bring my sister and her children here for the funeral
and finance them during their stay. It became apparent to me that
the funds I would have used for the trip would best be served by putting
things in order. Especially since my mother was without life insurance.
I felt very alone. When you lose your parents, no matter what age,
you feel orphaned. And when there is no one else to do the things
that must be done there is a deep feeling of loneliness that words
can never convey.
What I wanted most was to run to my mother's side and I couldn't.
I had always been there for her and now my hands were tied. All of
this happened just after the blackout of August 2003 so flights were
backed up for almost a week which only compounded the problem. I remember
whispering several times a day "Hold on Mom, I'm coming".
The doctors had expected her to live 24 to 72 hours at the most, but
five days later the tenacious little lady I jokingly called "Missy
Eva" was still hanging on.
 
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