Yesterday was another family day with visits from all the local relatives. (Shayne is travelling "outside" with Trisha and the girls.)
I checked with Hospice after we got the liquid morphine because we didn't know how it was to be coordinated with the other pain meds. Gene told me that the liquid was to be treated only as needed as a "break through" backup with the other meds continued as normal. The prescription called for 2 mm every 2 hours or "as needed". So we agreed to start with .5 mm when she is awake with pain. So far that has been on her regular pill schedule of 3.5 hours.
At the 11:30 pill I thought I heard mom say to Heather, "He hasn't come to get me yet." Heather said, "What did you say?" Mom said, "Oh I guess I'm just talking goofy again."
I haven't decided which is worse, noisy, labored painful breathing or profoundly deep sleep that is very shallow and deathly quiet. She seems to vacillate between one or the other extreme. I've prayed that she will slip away with Jesus during one of those deep quiet sleeps but that is up the the Great Reaper.
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