My wife and I finally got to my parents around 7:30 pm after driving from Tampa. My mom was asleep for a while, but she was up later. Even though I was here less than 3 weeks ago, it was a bit of a shock to see how much she has changed. She's not eating very much, so she is noticeably thinner. She had a can of Ensure protein drink, but otherwise nothing else. It's hard to tell from the photo, but her skin color is grey and her eyes are milky and no longer have the sparkle they've always had. She has trouble breathing and it's hard for her to talk or relax.
My father says she started to deteriorate about a week ago and she is getting weaker every day. She still has strength to get up and walk around, but she is not as steady, so she needs some assistance to make sure she doesn't fall. She gets restless and she'll want to walk around the house, which makes it harder to breathe.
Later in the day, she has more trouble breathing (known as Dyspnea) and she gets a bit panicky. She was asking my father to take her to the hospital. "They must be able to do something for me," she said. My father is making sure she gets her pain killers on schedule. But at this point, there's nothing a hospital can do for her. Most of the time she knows this, but when she has trouble breathing she gets scared. I can see the fear in her eyes and hear it in her voice.
It's hard to say how much time she has, but I suspect it's days or maybe a week at at most. My father, Mike and I have talked to our brothers and sisters so everyone understands the situation.
My mother is on morphine to keep her comfortable and she is taking a sedative to sleep at night. She is lucid and knows what's going on. She told my father she is ready to go.
Below is a photo from last year with two of her grandkids and a photo from April this year. The difference in the last six months or even the last sixty days is shocking.