Yesterday she went off the intubated ventilator (and on to a different one that used a mask), so that she could go home. We'd set up her house with a hospital bed and breathing machines and all the other necessary stuff, and last night she was happier than we'd seen her in a long time. She loved her house, and there was enough room for all of her family to gather without just crowding around the bed.
And then at 1:15 this morning, she just stopped breathing.
I've been trying to sort out my thoughts ever since I learned she was terminally ill, and it's mostly been anger at the injustice and arbitrariness of it.
But there's one thing I'm thankful for. My sister Alice called me on Monday and told me Mom was planning on going off the ventilator, and that the doctors didn't know how long she'd live. Sora and I booked flights that night, arrived yesterday morning, and got to spend several hours with Mom. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't been here.
Anyway, I've got a lot of work to do. This is going to be an interesting week.