The Twelve Star Hotel

The Hospice House at Southminster for my dear man.

 Someone there told me this morning that as a quilter they would never make Hexies.  I said..hmmm, if you were sitting by a hospital or Hospice bed day after day....I'll bet you would!!

Last night I followed the ambulance transport from the hospital to the Hospice House.  It was harrowing because he was so fragile.  In I walk following the stretcher only to see one of my mother's former Hospice nurses on call for Himself...the grief journey gets complicated...

I find it quite amazing that the concussion bit keeps coming back to me.  The brain is certainly interesting.  The protocol for concussion is to sit back and do nothing.  So the body talks to itself, ,me thinks.

They say that Mr. O can only stay there up to two weeks till his symptoms are managed, then off home he comes to me on Hospice, with his feeding tube, oxygen, suction machine, Trilogy machine, Hoyer lift, breathing vest,cough assist and wheelchair.  We will need to hire part-time help to care for him and we need to hire someone to widen the back door to accommodate the wheelchair.

I am terrified. Our family cannot do all this, although my daughter thinks we can.  He is paralyzed below the waist and cannot transfer.

The Hospice doc had a consult with us. He said that these kinds of blood clots can move and do a person in in a second.  Great...makes for a calm day to day existence.

I am sitting now in my sewing room talking to my concussion telling it to chill. I am thrilled to have the house to myself for a bit.

My husbands brother, Brendan leaves today.  My daughter's man Brian leaves today.

Kisses and hugs to all of you who commented and to all of my friends and family far and near.