Mine says, A refreshing change is in your future.
His says, A new challenge is near.
When it really should be the other way around: he is fixin’ to (grand old Texas verb, that) graduate from earth life. I am fixin’ to say adieu to him for the next 40 years or so.
The doctor says it is time to arrange for hospice care. We will interview the most likely company while I am off work next week to celebrate our anniversary (yeah, the irony is not lost on me).
His liver is basically shot. They are doing a sonogram tomorrow, and one last radiation treatment for the metastatic mass, but the Stivarga (his last chemo drug) would polish off his liver in no time flat. They may be able to go in through the top of his liver and draw off some of the fluid that is making him so uncomfortable. We should know that tomorrow.
Please pray that they will be able to keep him as comfortable as possible. Please pray for our kids and grandkids. We have a new grandbaby due next week. Please pray that I will think of all the things that need to be thought about in the next few weeks (maybe a month, maybe two?) so it will all get taken care of in good order. And please, please pray that I am able to be with him when he goes.
And now if you will all kindly excuse me, I’m going out to the living room to love on him some more, and to work on the second vest piece for his sweater. Tempus fugit.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!