Our Last Day Together
This day began with suspense. We did not knwo when the potion would be ready, as it is a mixture with many strictly controlled components. The Palliative Care nurse, Rebecca, of the cancer center said she would call to get a more precise time. Mike and I were having our last breakfast when she called to say it would be ready before 2pm. I worked hard not to whimper, sollozar in Spanish. Mike sees me as strong and capable and I should not cry. It is so hard. Between Mike's rests and my reading, we talked about our travels and experiences together that Maria could gather in some of our adventures in SE Alaska, Mexico, Ireland, Lebanon, Rome, and at home and on the islands. He finally asked for silence, the very poem of Pablo Neruda that I feel is part of our lives. At 1:30, I got the pharmacy call. From that point, the tension rose. I drove to get the potion and back after 2. At 2:15 he took his first pills to ...

Hello Mike---- just read the blog WOW you have been through the Wringer for sure. I am sorry this has been such a rough road. I am happy you are home. I will come for a visit but will wait a bit--i have a cold and also you must be tired!!!
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Frank! That will be great! Get well!
ReplyDeleteHello again This is Vicky and Tim and family here sending you our love 🩷
ReplyDeleteI got the lowdown on your health status from Anabel, and learned about this uplifting blog. Expect a card from me in a few days. Hang tough! We'd like to see you enjoying Wrightwood again.
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