Many of us had visited my mom on Tuesday morning, afternoon, and early evening. All seemed to be well. However, that evening, things weren't right and my mom became sick very quickly.
She was rushed to the ICU around 7 pm, my dad was with her. She had sepsis and with no time at all she was in septic shock. A large group of ICU nurses and doctors congregated around her bed doing all possible to save her. She was put on a ventilator, all four blood pressure meds possible, and general antibiotics. My dad watched multiple episodes where her blood pressure plummeted, and her chances were dismal. I arrived at the ICU around 10 pm and witnessed the same close calls. We purchased flights for Shad and Kolby, while standing outside my mom's room. Not able to reach Jeni, I called my husband, Blake, and he went to her house and brought her to the hospital. A few more close calls occurred.
The doctors did not think my mom would make it through the next day. Being the fighter she is, she held on. Intubated, with 11 IVs, she began trying to communicate with her nurse by drawing letters in the air with her finger.
We found the kids' Boogie writing board and she wrote simple words with her finger. She wrote basic needs like: eat, nose (needing it scratched), eye (needing it scratched), and light (off so she could sleep). Even in this critical state, her humor and personality shined through. Once she wrote, spa day, while moving her other hand in a circle (meaning she wanted to go to the spa with her daughters and sister when she got out of the ICU). A couple times she wrote, am I going to make it? Our hearts were full as we encouraged her, cheered on her amazing efforts, and told her how surprised the doctors were by her strength. When we told her what a great job she was doing, she started moving her hands in circles and slightly shaking her hips. She was showing us her willingness to exercise and not give up. We laughed and wanted to cry at the same time.