Mom skipped meals, barely slept, and became increasingly weak. By the fourth day, she was struggling to eat.
She even bought a ticket home three days before I collected her. But when Margaret had a difficult morning and Ellen was at work, Mom couldn’t bring herself to leave.
“I thought I could manage,” she admitted.
“Mom, you’re 80. Why didn’t you call me?”
“Because I knew you’d tell me I needed help.”
I held her hand, realizing she’d spent her whole life trying to prove she could handle everything alone.
When Mom became dizzy, I took her to the hospital. Doctors found that she was dehydrated and weak, and they monitored her while checking for other possible causes of her weight loss.
Thankfully, she improved with fluids and rest.
