Having doctors in the family is a blessing and a curse.
The nurse who came to see my mom on Friday said my mom probably wouldn't make it to Monday. It's almost midnight on Sunday and mom is still kicking. Indeed, she is impressively lucid in spite of the incredible amounts of morphine she's getting these days.
I am almost scared to go to sleep in case something happens and, at the same time, I want to sleep because I do not want to witness the finale if the nurse was right. My sister, the physician, says all the signs of liver failure are there. Yellow eyes and skin, reddened palms and other yucky stuff. :-( It's not pretty. She then went into graphic detail about all the things happening in my mom's body until I finally told her to put a sock in it. Sometimes ignorance is bliss and I want to be as blissful as possible right now.