I Feel...

Much better today. "Emma's" son came to visit her last night. He left a coffee and tea basket for the staff, and a note for me, thanking me for caring for his mother. He told me he didn't blame me, and not to blame myself. I couldn't have stopped what happened, it's over and we have to go on. I feel so much better. He's forgiven me for what's happened. I know he's able to see the improvement in his mother's condition. She's becoming more stable, responding a lot more to her medications in smaller doses, so thankfully she's not a vegetable anymore. Tracey said she was asleep when he came in, but he knew she was resting peacefully, not in a chemically forced sleep. She's been awake and alert this morning- and talkative! I can't wait to hear what stories she has for me today. I know she'll hate that she missed her son, but I think I might give him a call this afternoon. I'd like to thank him for his compassion and understanding. He's a good man. I want him to know that.