More time this month.
Okaasan awake, too.
Slightly better feeling? Maybe. She looked at us, then sometimes made groaning sounds, scratched at her arm with one hand and rocked her head violently.
How is that somehow "better"? I'm not sure.
Dear Son had the bright idea to take in a photo of her husband and the older son. So we showed her those pictures and talked about them. She focused on the photo of her son in particular.
The crazy summer heat continues here. It has been 30 C plus for days and days...tomorrow will be 35 C!!
The hospital had the curtains closed, and fans to move air around. Of course they have air con.
We came away feeling slightly more comforted than last time. But not much. I guess I am glad that her dementia must be so advanced that she has no awareness of the time. Just the moment. The bed. The table beside the bed. The woman in the next bed. Nurses coming and going.
Not the days, weeks, months...years of this slow death.