Okay. The Boy spent the night at the hospital, and his dad was coming over at 8 a.m., so I expected The Boy home between 9 and 10. He texted me at 10 to say he was staying there.
As he is taciturn, I interpreted that as he is staying there b/c things are worse. I texted back asking if he wanted me to come over, and he texted back "Yes!"
Then he called, and said his brothers are coming over, and said that "it's time to make some decisions," and he wants me there for that.
He needed to get off the phone quickly, so I'm assuming that means that she's in very critical condition, and they're at a point of needing to decide whether to put her on a ventilator (which she has emphatically said she doesn't want, and she knows the consequences of not being on a vent), or keep her comfortable with moderate/high doses of morphine.
It doesn't look good for the home team, folks.
So I told The Boy I needed half and hour to shovel in some food, change, and make sure the dogs have pooped outside so we can leave them alone in here. Also, I needed the time to freak out and cry.
She's had a good life and an awesome family who loves her, and she's lived at least 5 years past the doctors' expectations. But still. There's no possible way I can be positive about this. But I want to get all my hysterical crying out now, so that I can be supportive at the hospital. (Which is not to say I won't cry there; there's just a difference between hysterical crying, wherein I'm not useful for anything more than producing snot and saline, and regular crying, which I can do while I do other things, like fetch coffee and write down the doctors' notes, etc.)
So. And I don't know what this all means, whether if she refuses the ventilator that means she has just a little time to live, or days, or what. But here it is.