2 Disasters in One Week

The house was hot, and getting hotter. Mother came panting into the room and said I think I am going to die. I said well I doubt you will die from this heat. Checked the thermostat, 88, 89 ... We will have to go stay in a hotel they cannot fix it tonight.  I pack her cosmetics and attempt to get her to give me some clothes to put in the suitcase.  She is walking in circles worrying about the cat. The cat will not survive. The cat will not know what to do while I'm gone.  I tell my mother I don't think we need to suffer because of the cat, and she will survive over night.  We get to the hotel, and mother cannot move in the bed.  She is disoriented and her body refuses to do what she wants it to do.  She physically cannot make her legs move so she can relax in the bed. I have to help her move further in the bed.   Day 2, we have high hopes should be fixed. New compressor, heat is bad at 2 pm, we know it won't be fixed in time to sleep in the house, mom has gathered more clothes and many polident tablets.  We get to the hotel early, go get something to eat and I suggest a nice shower and she refuses saying she cannot even think.  Her speech has become very agitated. She cannot articulate what she wants, screams and then just says shit! We get home the next morning and its very hot in the house, but it appears late in the day to be getting cooler.  She just sits in front of a fan and sleeps, wakes up, goes to the bathroom,  slumps back into the chair and lets the fan cool her.
Monday night the storms come and the power zips off.  We call and they say it will be off for 2 hours. I was almost finished with mother's dinner and so I took care of the food, put it into containers. I left the plastic lid on the stove and ran out to Wendy's to get her a hamburger, gone 15 minutes.  We come back home and to the garage open, door to house from garage open, front door open and smoke rolling out, the fire alarm blaring through the neighborhood. Seems the power came on and the plastic lid went up in flames and mother was home alone, she said the flames went up to the ceiling. She didn't call 911, she didn't call me. Said she couldn't think and yes I believe it.  She was framing the door to the garage to the house and panting. House full of smoke, fortunately her cat didn't get out or she would have stroked.  Microwave and stove are ruined, but she was safe.
 I am sorry mother it was my fault.