My mom

“I want to live until I die,” my friend Jim said when he understood that an incurable brain cancer would soon end his life. He did not want to be kept alive by artificial means; he also did not want to live or die in a hospital.

My mother felt the same. When the doctor offered her a pacemaker after her first heart attack three years ago, she said, “No.” He explained that her heart would probably give out while she was sleeping and she would just not wake up one day. “That would be a blessing,” she said.

At the time of that first heart attack, my mom was ninety-two, still driving, going to card parties every week, living in her own home and enjoying life.

After that heart attack, she began to slow down a bit and cut back on some of her activities, but she continued to live on her own and to cook, clean and do her laundry. She was very independent.

Over the past three years, she has had several medical issues that landed her in the hospital for a week at a time, and each time, she returned to her home determined to live as fully as possible.

After an internal bleeding incident in January, her doc took her off heart medicine, and she went on hospice. Then we knew it was only a matter of time until her heart gave out.

When she started falling a few weeks ago, we knew she was getting weaker every day.

Her consistent wish was to live and die in her home.

With some help, my sisters and I were able to make that happen. The past three weeks, someone was with my mom 24/7.

Giving up was not an option for my mom. She had known people who did just that—they stopped doing what they had always done and just waited for death. She would say they stopped living before they died. That was not my mom’s way.

Just last week, she looked at a silk flower arrangement on top of a cabinet and asked me to bring it down. “I want to wash the flowers and rearrange them,” she said. I brought down the basket and helped my mom get to the kitchen sink where she washed the flowers. It was exhausting for her; it was also her way of living her life.

Last Wednesday evening, she ate her last supper. On Thursday, she was too weak to get out of bed and too weak to swallow. We made her as comfortable as possible and kept vigil over the next two days.

Hospice nurses came every day, and each one said some version of, “You girls are doing a great job with your mother.” We are not medical people, and their affirmations were appreciated.

After only two days in bed, my mother died peacefully on Saturday morning, surrounded by family. She truly lived until she died—a role model for living a full life.

25 thoughts on “My mom

  1. Linda Heffernan

    Madeline, what a peaceful way for your mom to die, and what a gift you and your sisters gave her.

    Hugs, Linda

    Sent from my iPad

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  2. Eileen

    Oh my stars! Thank you so for sharing this loss of Mom. I know she prevailed throughout your life on many levels, as she has mine, thru your testament… Prayers for a blessed journey as she moves painlessly onward ~

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  3. Peter Matthews

    Madeline, thank you for sharing this. I am, of course, sorry for your loss, I know that you can feel good about your family’s success in helping your mom and each other through this time. Peter

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  4. Ann

    Beautiful ! She is now living her fullest. Prayers to you and your family at this time of loss. You honored and respected her her wishes. Now is your time to rest and reflect – the difficult part 🙏

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  5. teri

    Madeline, you and your sisters were clearly united in gifting your mom her final wish to stay in her home. Bravo. May she now Rest In Peace and may her daughters find comfort in the many memories you share. God Bless You all. ~teri

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  6. Tatiana Moskatova

    I couldn’t finish reading your post first time when I started. I came back today… Madeline, you are blessed to be with your mom until her end. And she was blessed even more to have you all around. I know there are not any words in the world to make this loss less for you. But when the pain goes away, the great memory about your mom will stay with you forever. Love you so much and I am so, so sorry for your loss…

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    1. Madeline Bialecki Post author

      Thank you, Tatiana. I, too, feel so blessed that I was with my mom when she drew her last breath. I am sorry you were deprived of that blessing with your own mom. Over the past year and a half, my heart has broken so many times thinking of all those who were separated because of COVID. It is a great grief that hangs over our world like a cloud.

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