When I was 4 months old my Great Grandmother adopted me. Since then this women has been my mother. On Fri. night she went into ICU. She is 93
and the Doctor says most of her systems are failing.
Now they need a decision on futher life saving procedures. As of now this has fallen to me. It is with great distress that I must make this. Me, the eternal optimist sees
improvement as if she knows we are there now. The Docs say otherwise she is hanging between here and now and gone.
The need to put this here is in hopes that someone not e-motionaly involved will say something enlightening. Because at this point this is not something I want to carry.