The last time Mother was communicative was Wednesday, July 23. Now, sometimes she will respond to a question, sometimes not. I read her birthday cards to her, and she occasionally will react to a poignant message or a signature she recognizes.
Until last night, if I put food on her fork and her fork in her hand, she could feed herself. Brain synapses are shutting down–she is confused by a napkin in one hand and a cookie in the other.
Her body is stiff. She hates being moved and cringes at touch, though when touch turns to massage, she relaxes.
I meet again this afternoon with her Hospice nurse. Depending on how things go, I think I would like to have her moved back to the Hospice House when the end is in sight. She will receive more attentive, personal care there and there is a chair/bed in the room where I can stay if I need to. There is no room for that at the nursing home.