I had to look it up. What is it when you gather around a loved one who is leaving you soon?
You sit vigil. You wait and you watch. I look and I do not see my life mate. He's overnight in the hospital and I hope I can bring him home tomorrow.
Sleep? They told me to go home and sleep. Are you kidding me?
Yeah, well, the alarm is set so that I can be there the minute they will let me in tomorrow.
I just talked to a chaplain who was a very sweet man. I just can't keep from crying.
Friday, May 08, 2020
Hospice Transport
A lot of tear drops. I hate that he hurts and cries to me to help him when I cannot
But they took him away today. He's at the hospital. I look to my right and he's not there. Even though he called all night long for help, I could not help him.
Now he's not mine to take care of and I am alone.
But they took him away today. He's at the hospital. I look to my right and he's not there. Even though he called all night long for help, I could not help him.
Now he's not mine to take care of and I am alone.
Tuesday, May 05, 2020
Good Coffee, Bad Coffee and the Cancer Center
To my daughter,
I spent my 40th birthday in the ER at Baylor when they told me he was going to die. I spent my 25th anniversary doing the same thing, he had a 106 temp and I whispered in his ear "Doc says you're gonna die. You gonna make a merry widow out of me?" and then there was that time in San Antonio with the 106 temp and they were amazed that he survived. In 1994 they said he had two years left. I was 35 with four small children. Talk about stressed out, especially with the extended family that was local who thought it was fun to put others down.
I am watching him every day now and I don't have sisters to talk to like you. I have been dreaming of how the cancer ate my father. I remember the last time the medics came and took him away. I ran around and generally stayed out of the way as they brought the heavy leather padded stretcher in and made sure he was comfortable. He had striped pajamas and looked like a refugee from Buchenwald.
Rush Limbaugh ate my other father before the cancer took him.
I spent my 40th birthday in the ER at Baylor when they told me he was going to die. I spent my 25th anniversary doing the same thing, he had a 106 temp and I whispered in his ear "Doc says you're gonna die. You gonna make a merry widow out of me?" and then there was that time in San Antonio with the 106 temp and they were amazed that he survived. In 1994 they said he had two years left. I was 35 with four small children. Talk about stressed out, especially with the extended family that was local who thought it was fun to put others down.
I am watching him every day now and I don't have sisters to talk to like you. I have been dreaming of how the cancer ate my father. I remember the last time the medics came and took him away. I ran around and generally stayed out of the way as they brought the heavy leather padded stretcher in and made sure he was comfortable. He had striped pajamas and looked like a refugee from Buchenwald.
Rush Limbaugh ate my other father before the cancer took him.
Buddha
Mark has begun hospice. It's sofa king surreal for this to be going on during the Coronavirus on Cinco de Mayo.
He's been the image of the Buddha much of the day.
He just said he didn't want to hurt me and the next thing from his lips was "Help me."
He's been the image of the Buddha much of the day.
He just said he didn't want to hurt me and the next thing from his lips was "Help me."
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