She had a really bad infection that got into the bone and she, along with her medical team, had been fighting it for at least a year, probably longer. They have tried all sorts of things, but it just wouldn't heal and the infection was to the point where it could've killed her.
The infection was the immediate cause of her amputation, but ultimately, it was diabetes. Diabetes was what caused the neuropathy and crazy swelling in her feet so that she didn't even realize she had cut her heel until it was already infected.
It's just awful and I feel so so bad for her. Especially since I'm stuck down here in the
winter spring wonderland and won't be able to get up there for several days because we've got at least six inches of snow on the ground now and it's not stopping any time soon.
Honestly, the whole situation is a mess. She has to go to a rehab center for several months and then will supposedly be going home. Maybe she'll surprise me, but I don't think she will ever leave that rehab center. She didn't do what she was supposed to after her triple bypass, so why should I think she would do her physical therapy. Maybe she'll surprise me, but I doubt it.
What kind of life is that? To be stuck in a rehab center at the age of 64, reliant on caretakers and family members that stop by to visit and surrounded by those 20+ years older than you.
But at least she's alive, right?
I never, ever, want my children to have to watch me slowly kill myself like I have with my mom. I realized that I needed to take of my health a long time ago, much much earlier than her, but seeing her go downhill like this has determined my fate. And it's not going to be this.