I arrived after work to find mom sleeping peacefully; unfortunately, that peaceful state did not last long enough. She woke, and I was able to get her to drink 8 oz of Ensure, but she was agitated all evening. She is fighting with someone that she can definitely see and reach out and touch, but we will never know for sure who it is or what she’s so angry about. There are no words to describe how painful it is to watch her struggle.
When I left tonight, she had once again found a peaceful place and was sleeping in the recliner… I am praying she is able to have a restful night.