Today I went with Mama to her family doctor. She had been complaining of being sick at her stomach and feeling like she needed to vomit since Friday night. I saw her yesterday and she looked fine, ate lunch and was ok. Today she called his office and asked to be seen. Though she told him about the nausea that was not her main reason for being there. She wanted to know how far up in her lungs the scarring was.
He told her the truth. It is all through out her lungs not just the bottom.
Her 02 sat was 90 when they checked it. I told him we had increased it to 3L a week ago cause the says stayed in the 80s. He said to increase as we needed to to keep it in the 90's. That made me feel better.
He basically told her the nausea is anxiety related. I knew she was anxious, but not because her levels were low.
No. Her anxiety is because she can't do what she thinks she needs to without giving completly out.
This is so hard.
Having to watch her try to understand what is happening to her body is breaking my heart! She has always taken care of everybody. She has been taking care of Daddy (although her idea to care for him is to wait on him hand and foot). She does not want to be the one taken care of.
So how do I help her?
I need wisdom, lots of wisdom. And patience. This is her journey. And I need to let her make the decisions as long as she can. My job is to make sure she understands all the information and is not overwhelmed with too many choices. What is best for her and Daddy may not be what I would choose for myself or Roger. I have to keep reminding my self of that.
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