My mother-in-law is still in the hospital ICU battling pneumonia and two secondary bacterial infections - not to mention her end-stage emphysema and congestive heart failure. Her lungs are so damaged that the doctors say that even the strongest antibiotics are no match for her afflictions. Even using an oxygen mask with dosage settings as high as they will go (15!), her breathing is extremely labored. The doctors have decided that since she is a "Do Not Resuscitate" patient (her own decision made years ago), they can no longer do anything for her. They have informed us that she will probably not live more than another week, and have suggested that we choose a hospice in which to place her. That will be our task for Friday.
Bev's Alzheimer's is, of course, as prevalent as ever, even though she can barely talk. When I visited her today, I was changing her wall calendar and told her that it was Thursday. In all seriousness, she struggled to whisper to me, "I don't even know anyone named Thursday."
Knowing her, she will most likely outlast the one-week life-expectancy predicted by the hospital physicians.
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