The hospice nurse just left. She thinks Mom is very close.
I wasn’t surprised that she’d think that, but I was a little surprised to hear her say it as plainly as she did. So far, she’s sort of hedged on everything; she’s been very careful to say that “everyone’s experience is different” and “there’s no time table or one way to do this.” I understand and respect why she’s said those things, and haven’t pushed for more than she was willing to say.
Today, though, as she observed Mom’s irregular breathing, she told me that she thinks Mom is about as close as one can be without actually crossing over. It’s a feeling I’ve had for a while now, and it’s good to have it validated by someone whose job it is to help people do that crossing.
I’m okay. I’m ready, and I’m glad I’m here.