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Kobacker House

My mom was moved the Kobacker house last week.

For those of you unfamiliar, it's a place where folks go for 24 hour hospice care. It's usually the place for where folks go for the end of their journey. 

To say it's beautiful and therapeutic, is an understatement.

It's built on a wet lands in the middle of Columbus, Ohio and it's seriously amazing. The structure of the building is like a resort, each room has a private patio and huge space for family to come and visit and eat and just take it all in. 

It's quiet. It's peaceful.

It has walking paths near by, gardens around the whole place, fountains, fresh flowers, and all sorts of things to help you remember that you can find peace during this terrible time.

Folks are coming and going all the time. Some folks you might only see once or twice. Some you might see all week long. You just don't know.

But, like I mentioned in my last post. My mom isn't going to call this the end of her road here. She's not interested. And apparently they are okay with that. They are intending to potentially send her home today. 

And people don't usually get sent home from this place.

They "get sent home" but usually in another sense of the word.

Anyway, so as you can imagine, that's been an array of emotions for all parties. 

I'm scared for her to go home. Being in 24 hour hospice care and then going home to have a hospice come a couple times a week or even just once a week, it's just not something I can understand right now. 

Is this normal? Do folks do this?

The biggest problem I have with it, is my mom cannot take care of herself and my dad doesn't know enough to help her.

So, with that... Send prayers. Please.

Until I know more...


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Starting here..

I know that I haven't really updated this in a long while. I apologize. In the moments it was hard enough to survive, let alone write about it or find time to write about it.

With that said, I've told people over and over again that I'm going to write again, just not sure where to start.
So, today, I'm starting here.
My mom is terminal.  
Words that I cannot believe have to leave my mouth or my fingers.
She's been battling Ovarian Cancer for well over 10 years and this last year or 8 months+ have been just the worst.  Her body is being consumed by cancer and with every day that passes we are just another closer to losing her.
She's fought this whole time and continues to beat the odds that the doctors have placed before her. She's set goals and surpassed them and when the doctors say something, it's like she mentally tells herself that it's just NOT going to happen and she flies by those measurable items.
She's been a rock star and I have known …