What a long week. My mom's condition has not improved. Her brain swelling subsided and they were able to do an MRI. We had a conference with her doctors on Tuesday to get the results of the MRI. She has what is called shearing which is where your brain twists from the impact and the reaction your body has coming off the impact. They said that the part of her brain that is injured controls all of her motor functions and that she will be paralyzed. To what extent we won't know for a long time. She will also have no short term memory. Short term memory is anything that has happened in the last year. They fixed her neck Tuesday evening and gave her a feeding tube this morning. They are planning on doing surgery on her jaw on Monday and will switch her ventilator from her mouth to her nose. Then after her neurosurgeon feels enough time has passed from her neck surgery and the risk of infection is down they will give her a trachyostomy. They figure it will be about 10-14 days. They have had her completely off her sedation and her pain meds and she does not respond the way they want her to. She opens her eyes but does not track and does not focus on anything. Which they say she should be doing. She was moving her right arm and both her legs but has stopped responding to pain on her arm and responds only a little bit to her feet. The doctors can't explain why her movements decreased, only that the swelling may have been just enough to cause further damage. Right now things don't look good at all. But the doctors say it is to early to tell.
This is such a hard experience. There are so many decisions to be made and you don't know which is the right one. We are all praying and asking Heavenly Father for peace and guidance. I had to go to my moms today to get some of her things and for my little brother to get his stuff. It was hard. My little Karter ran around her house saying "Where's Grandma?"
We were cleaning out her fridge and Sam said "This is so wierd" It is incredibly wierd. The pain is unbelievable but as I sit here writing about it it seems so unreal. No matter what happens our lives are forever changed. I now have a teenage son/brother. I told him he's no longer the youngest he's the oldest.
We are all praying for a miracle to get our mom back. We can't imagine life without her. I keep waiting for her to drive her little clown car into my driveway and for her to open my door and say "Karter Jay!" and he knows that if he digs in her pocket he will find a treat. I know that my family and my faith are going to be the only things that get us through this and I thank my mom so much for instilling those values in us.