Last night Marie brought me some owl fabric as a gift...You know fabric can make even a sad heart sing again. Tonight I took 30 minutes and made a pillowcase. My mother considered herself a wise old owl...so of course, as her heir...I thought I could be one too!!
And then the pillowcase came out crooked...owls facing the wrong way...so very me!!...cough!!
I have decided that the pillowcase should now be on my dear man's bed. He is really the wise old owl and he does not care if owls are crooked. That makes him even wiser.
I was already labeling this post "Grim". Now I am changing it. We decided to follow the Hospice nurse's advice. We gave Mr. O'Quilts morphine and the special Hospice Ativan.
Now, he is breathing a bit better and more alert.
I just hated to do this...but they were right and I am grateful.
Maybe the wisdom is in trusting those whose specialty is is not yours..instead of stubbornly thinking you are right...(not me, of course..must be...himself)!!.
Now the Evan update: He has managed to use his 9 year old wit to do the I-pad games with one hand...so I think he is feeling better.
Again thank you so much for your supportive comments..pls forgive me for not answering them.
Thank you for the friends who are dropping off food and other generous contributions to our crisis.