It's a long story and I will try to keep it short.
My sister Mary Ann accepted Mom and my other sister Jane into her big home, which she shared with her husband. Mary Ann decided that it would be easier to have Mom close on hand, rather than a thirty-minute daily drive to the assisted-living center to visit and help care for her. She asked Jane to move in to help in the care, which she accepted.
That was two months ago.
Last week on a Sunday I planned to come visit, but Mary Ann called and said she felt too illl for my visit, so I didn't go.
Last Thursday my brother told me that Jane called him. She said that on Tuesday Mary Ann had the phone in her hand and was trying to call for an ambulance and her husband snatched it out of her hand and said she needed rest, that Jane witnessed this. She spent the next two days in her room apparently alone. She was brought to the hospital on Friday with hardly any blood pressure and systemic infection. She went downhill FAST.
Yesterday I saw her in that room on a ventilator, my heart shattered into a million pieces. She still looked beautiful, and her skin was soft, and her shiny hair. While I was caressing her arm and stroking her hair, I swear a tear formed in her eye. The doctor pooh-poohed it, saying that she was brain-dead with no chance of recovery.
The chaplain said prayers and I left before the plug was pulled.
I talked to four social workers about having Mom and Jane moved into a nursing home in my town, and they were shocked at my story of Mary Ann's treatment at home, and they called the sherriff, who then called a detective to interview her husband. I put Mom and Jane into an extended stay motel near St. Louis, because I figured things would get ugly fast.
I didn't have any sleep last night and am at work now. I just feel numb and so so sad. I have no idea what to expect now, and am living just one hour at a time.
I will say no more of this until I get positive news and results from the machine I have started.