i will tell you now...

Two days ago it seemed like she was coming out of it. She was sitting up and she was eating some. But that night she had other plans because she tried to escape. The nurses said they have never seen someone of her shape do what she did. Nonna smacked the nurse ran out her bedroom door with her purse screaming swinging her bag almost hitting some other patients. They did not want to hurt her so they stayed a foot behind her as she slowly ran away. This went on until she finally collapsed on the floor. This would be bad enough right there but there is more. The nurses (not even really nurses) decided to give her a Zantac to calm her down. The doctors told us never to give her a narcotic because of her COPD it slows down her heart rate to much that her oxygen levels go down to far. And that happened. She fell into another almost coma like sleep and the nurses did nothing until my mom got there and told them to put her into bed and put her breathing machine on. It helped slowly to bring her o2 levels up but she was not coming out of it. This bring me to yesterday when i got there. It was not her I saw. It was just a body that looked like her. She was sleeping hooked out to all her machines wires, tubes everywhere and when I tried to say hello to her she could barely open her eyes. I felt terrible. I still do. I miss her even more when I think of her like that. I feel helpless. I cant even take care of her she has to stay in the nursing home where nobody gives a dam. She was sleeping in her clothing! We asked them to change her and I helped a little. She made the saddest sound as we undressed her. Her eyes never opened though. I am afraid for her. I am afraid for my mom. I am afraid for myself.

God, someone, please help us.