Fudge Fixes Everything

Evan and I decided that this stressful evening was a perfect occasion to make Great-grandmother's 70 year old family fudge recipe...and in her old "fudge pan".I have had for 40 years.

  I am teaching the boy the family ropes...

Under stress, we all make fudge.  Fudge fixes everything...

 He has lined the buttered pan with marshmellows...I am boiling the chocolate.

As we waited and waited for the 5 min timer...Evan said...

"Grandma..you set the timer for 5 hours instead of 5 minutes..."!!!!  

Evan rescues Grandma, yet again!!!!

Ready in minutes...much better than Xanax!!

I finally stopped listening to my Beloved tonight.  I called the Hospice nurse anyway.

He came.  He said he has been a nurse for 25 years.  He said that the body was resting as it prepared for the "Final Journey"...and had we read that booklet.?  My love is hallucinating.  We had thought it was due to medication.  Nurse said that none of his present medications would cause this.  It is part of the journey.  He is detaching from the family...He wants to be left alone sleeping with his classical music on and with the lights on.  The nurse told us to up the Morphine and Ativan.  He cannot control his sleeping or his fatigue. 

 I told the nurse that he was telling us things that we did not want to hear. 

 He said that he would then tell us something we would like.  He said that because Himself was alert and responsive that we had time.  Time...time....time...