Update.
I don't know what to do, say or think
. On Wednesday afternoon ( I'd had the morning off to squeeze in a haircut) at 2pm I walked into Mum's room with my book ready to sit a spell and listen to her slow breathing and.......she was propped up a bit in bed having soup spooned into her mouth
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry to be honest . Apparently she had asked for something to eat.
She had soup on Thursday too, and yesterday I had the day off. Her doctors and nurses do not know what to make of her.
She does however have some rubbing on her feet and the sides of her heels are turning a bit black due to poor circulation, so she is still on bedsore watch, but she had even managed to take the sheepskin bootees off.
To say that we are gobsmacked is an understatement.
I am honestly emotionally numb.