My mom 1/22

Yesterday she felt great. She got up on her own, washed her hair, and got herself dressed. No one could believe it. She wanted to go to lunch at Red Lobster, so we went. We got there, she couldn't eat--not a surprise at all, and then she got tired and loopy. So, we ate, took her home, and she conked out.
About the time we were pulling in her driveway, my aunt and uncle called to say they were almost to my mom's house. Mom had said earlier in the week that she wanted some canned tomatoes. (Is canning a southern thing? By canned I mean homegrown tomatoes that are stewed and sealed in a mason jar.) My aunt got her some from a friend, along with homemade canned soup, canned sauerkraut, and she made my mom some cornbread. They drove all the way to my mom's in the cold, pouring rain through Atlanta traffic (about 2 hours) just to bring her that. When they got there, they told Angie and me to take a break, so we came to my house, changed Angie's ticket (she's now leaving on Saturday, I think), and hung out for a few minutes. When we got back to my mom's, she was out of it, sleeping and trying to talk, but making no sense. My aunt and uncle left about 6:00, and the CNA got there at 8:00. She was concerned. My mom had a fever, her breathing was strained, and she was so pale. Phyllis told Angie and me that my mom might be turning, meaning making the transition toward death. We gave her some liquid morphine to help calm her down so she could relax and breathe better. We also gave her tylenol for her fever. She got better, talked for a bit, and went back to sleep. It wasn't that quick, but I am too tired to give all the details. We started this at 8:30 last night, and Angie and I didn't leave my mom's until 11:30 or so. We were back up there at 6:15 this morning.
Today, my mom was just okay. Not great, and not as bad as last night. She is being very mean. She was so hateful to us and to her nurse today. It was not pretty at all. We left her this afternoon because she had three friends over with her, and we needed the break. I am home seeing the kids and getting a shower now, and then I'll be back up there until the CNA gets there at 8:00.
My pastor is still not coming through for us. I had another conversation with his assistant, and I requested a meeting with him. She was supposed to check his schedule and call me back. That was before 10 this morning, and I have not heard anything. What a jerk.

The assistant called me back around 5:00 and said that the pastor would really like it if Kyle would come with me. I said, "Fine." I think half of this was them hoping that Kyle couldn't work out a time to come. He's flexible and willing to back me up, so if that was what they were thinking, we proved them wrong. The other thing is the pastor has this policy where he guards himself against temptation by having no communication with women or contact with women on his own. Well, come on! I think everyone knows I am not trying to seduce him. Not that I would. And if I were the type to try to seduce another man, it wouldn't be him and it wouldn't be at this moment in my life.

The meanness would not be so bad, but it is just the way she treated me growing up when she was drinking and how she treated me after my dad died. It's just hateful. I do understand this is terrible for her, and I am doing the best I can to support her. There's no way I can know how she feels, but she isn't going to abuse me or my sister or her nurse.