My brother and I have been taking turns at the hospital, him during the night and me during the day. Saving the life of our mom is just as meaningful as finding the meaning of the Universe. Perhaps this is the meaning of the universe.
Now we are home and Mom's better thank God. She goes to the restroom with the walker by herself but still needs the pads. The surgery has been really hard on her, five and a half hours at 85 years old.
4 months after losing our dad we just banded together. Although we have nothing in common and this is the first time in more than 35 years that we are all together. We went through so much for the past 3 months, including our moms fits when she had terrible reaction from pain medication and went crazy in the hospital climbing the bed still full of tubes.
We Find meaning in daily tasks like shopping feeding mom cleaning mom giving her medication and having dinner at night. Doing laundry, hanging laundry to dry and vacuuming the house. We take turns changing the catheter.
I haven't had a single panic attack or depression episode.
I cherish these moments.