The nursing home woke me up at nine this morning to tell me that Mum wasn't able to swallow anything so they couldn't give her the medication she needs. They told me that there's nothing else they can do, and it's just a matter of time.
My grandparents are enroute right now and should be here by tomorrow morning.
She doesn't have a lot of lucid moments, but yesterday I was crying and she looked at me and said "What did I do? Don't cry sweetie. Mommy's okay. It's okay. I love you." She hugged me and I told her I loved her, and she said, "I know you do baby."
Today she wasn't even really able to talk because her mouth is so dry from being unable to drink anything, but when I was crying she patted my hair and pulled me down and laid my head on her chest. She knows it's me, and she's trying to comfort me in whatever way she can.