We celebrated George’s
birthday several weeks in a row. With
food. Doesn’t everyone. I tried to be circumspect about it, but G
just lived with a certain abandonment.
One week rib roast with
Apple Brown Betty and a sparkler. This
week, first it was a shrimp in lemon, garlic, butter sauce…followed by deep
friend ice cream. He says it was
good. Today was a humongous breakfast of
giant crispy French toast that the manager comped and G turned down. He did have his discount coupon after all. We ate a simple soup and salad dinner.
We debated going to see
Poolie tonight. Last night she was in
tears saying she didn’t want to die. She’s
only two years older than George. We did
go to visit and found a long line of visitors from her old church. They were kind and let us in then told us the
news.
They told her she could go
home with palliative care. She was told
also that the cancer would return. If it
did, her cancer doc told her, that any further treatment would kill her.
Her constant companion and
caretaker, Pam, understands at last.
Poolie doesn’t. She doesn’t want
palliative care. We understand. Accepting palliative care means she is going
to die.
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- Himself: Got off work a little early, got a really superior Padre’s coat, and a marvelous antique Hawaiian shirt at my store. Then we ate at Guadalajara last night. He’s going to help me pin the quilt tomorrow.
- Me, myself, and I: Still eating soft foods. He took me to Amvets today so I could look for sweaters. I found three great T-shirts.
- Reading: ”Hell's Corner,” Baldacci.
- Gratitude’s: That I have G to hold my hand.
Happy Birthday many times over for George. But Poolie... Oh gosh... My heart is breaking for her.
ReplyDeletePoor Poolie. It's a time that none of us look forward to.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad outcome for Poolie. She fought the hard fight for sure! I pray she finds peace of mind.
ReplyDeleteWhat a terribly sad time. I'm glad you had the joy of the birthday celebratons to lift your heart a little. I thoughts are with Poolie and I do hope she manages to find peace with her situation..but...you've got to admire someone who just won't give up, yes?
ReplyDeleteAccepting can be impossible. I told my mom, hospice is where the blankets are always warm. She didn't answer, went to sleep, and died the next day. At least we were taking care of her. I don't know the answer. I am so sad for Poolie.
ReplyDeleteGeorge really knows how to milk a birthday. Way to go big guy. I am so sorry Poolie is feeling so depressed and will keep her in my prayers that she will defeat this yet.
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