I will cast all my cares upon him...

This song has resonated in my mind several times these last few weeks.  I am caught up in the daily care of my mother and all the responsibilities of being a mom to my children as well.  I am sad today because last night was probably the roughest night we've had so far.  My mom woke up twice and had to have complete bedding and clothing changes.  She was so sweet she leaned over to me and whispered "I think I might have wet myself" and then started to cry.  I just hugged her and told it would be OK we were going to change her and make her fresh and lovely. 

I have been helping her with her showers and it seems that some part of my childhood flashes in my mind of my sweet mother, lovingly bathing and caring for me; it has now come full circle because I am bathing  and changing her.  I know that this must be a very humbling thing and I try really hard to keep her laughing and her mind off the fact that her daughter has to help her.  

Her dog Princess has been a very close companion.  She jumps onto her bed before we are ready for my mom to be positioned and I am constantly picking her dog up and placing her in her bed on the floor until we get my mom comfortable.  She cannot sleep laying flat because she feels claustrophobic, so I play with the controls to lift her head and feet in the proper position. 

I am very tired, and I am so very grateful for the time that we share because it is very precious.  She loves for me to read her bible to her and her daily bread, we listen to on the computer while she is eating breakfast.  My mom told me to read her a chapter in Proverbs everyday that corresponds with the days date, so for example today we will read Proverbs 5, because today is May 5th.  (What a good idea!)

This afternoon my mom said to me, "I hope I am worthy enough to go to heaven,"  as she was getting ready to take a nap, and I told her: "Mom you are not only worthy!   When you get to heaven, you are going to be getting some beautiful crowns for all the things you have done here."  We talked about all the people she would see there!  My precious five year old daughter Amanda and our little baby Kevin that died in utero and was born still.   My grandparents. my father. My brother, my baby cousin Charlene, her brother who was born still... and lots more. 

My mom's feet are beginning to swell and she is very tired.  We have one good day where she is awake and alert and two very tired days after that.  Her toes and fingers have begun to take on a dusky blue color and her chest is swollen at the midpoint right above her sternum, I suspect that it is the tumor that is right below there. She has involuntary tremors and her body shakes.  I feel like time is now such a precious commodity. 

I am thankful for my mother!   I am casting all of my cares at the feet of Jesus who will carry us through this time.