I've spent the last two days in the ICU with my Mom. Today we had to make the decision to take her off life support. We knew it's what she wanted, but it was tough. I'm at home now, surrounded by all her things, knowing I won't take her home this time, and I feel adrift. I feel exhausted, but I can't sleep yet. She has lived with us for the last 10 years, the last 6 and a half with me as her full time caregiver when became a paraplegic. It's strange thinking I'm an orphan now, the people who made me are no longer here. October 2nd would have been her 66th birthday, and instead of celebrating, I will be planning a funeral.