On Tuesday we disconnected my mom from life support. I was so scared that when they did the final phase I was so shocked that I bumped into a trash can with my car. I couldn't get to her fast enough. I kept thinking this is going to be it. This is going to be it. That night I held her hand till 1 in the morning and I fell asleep thinking any minute I will wake up and she will have stopped breathing but the next morning I saw the sun through the blinds of her hospital room and she was still here.
And she is still with us now! The death sentence I feared we were giving her from disconnecting her was not a death sentence. Rather it was a blessing. She is stronger as she ever was. We moved from the ICU to a Long Term Acute Care Hospital on Friday. She is stable. I'm not kidding myself. She is still in a vegetative coma and her odds of coming out of it are next to none. Yet I believe in a God of miracles (just celebrate Passover and you will believe in it too). I tell her everyday that if she is ready for Heaven that I will understand but if she wants to be here, that I will never stop fighting for her. I love her with my whole entire heart and each day I left with her is a small miracle in itself.
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