And So It Begins

I got a call from the facility my mom lives at.  Seems she had fallen in the morning (and I got called in the morning).  They patched her up and checked her out and she was fine.  Talking and eating breakfast.  But as the day progressed she started becoming less and less responsive to her.  So they called to see about having her taken to the ER.  And that is what happened.
My first thought is can I go....and if so maybe she fell just so I could see her as it has been two months.  The registration person called to get information and told me I could come.  One visitor is allowed in the ER with a patient.  So I went.
I'm pretty sure she was never aware of me being there.  She would look at me, but not see me.  She was seeing whatever it is she was seeing.  They did a CT scan to make sure she didn't have a brain bleed or a fractured skull.  She did not.
Then they asked me what I wanted to do. She is a DNR patient so how much investigating did I want.  At some point there is no point if you aren't going to treat.  I didn't quite feel like we were at that point.  So they took some blood and urine.  She got x-rays of her foot and hip.  X-rays were fine.  Then they came in and said they figured it out.  She had had a massive heart attack.  We don't know when as no one saw it.  She should not have survived it, but she did.
Since she is DNR she definitely was not getting surgery which is what anyone younger or healthier would be getting.  There were some meds that could help but not really prolong life.  So the decision was made to let nature take its course and keep her comfortable.  She had only said five words the whole time I was in the ER with her. 
They were going to admit her and we will play it by ear tomorrow.  I had told Pat about the heart attack, but saved the rest for when I see him after he gets home from work.