Hospitals are horrible places. There is no place to be private. Your conversations with doctors and family and friends all are right out there for everyone to hear. And you can't get away from the grief of other families. We're all there together and for some there is no escape in sight. I know my mom feels that way. I wish I could make it better for her, but I don't know how. She keeps saying, "Help me." I wish I could.
At the present time, Mom's liver function and kidney function are questionable. She's jaundiced and starting to get puffy. We're hoping her stitches and staples will hold in her fragile tissues. She hates having her hands restrained, but they are afraid she'll pull something out that can't be redone. I hope things can turn around but I don't know. Keep us in your prayers.