Andy (as I call him) has given both me and his partner, Tara permission to post here in his place. These are my words, not his - as he's not up to even dictating. He has other priorities with his limited strength right now, but I think he does want me to post here and on Facebook to let people know what's going on.
He's still here in his lovely Listowel home. A nurse comes by and checks in with him. In the last two days he's started using morphine, injected through a port in his arm, which
has helped significantly in the management of his pain, and allows him to get some much-needed sleep. Nights are still difficult, though - for both him and Tara.
Woke up late this morning and went downstairs to find “everyone” asleep in the living room: Andy on his recliner, Tara under a blanket on the couch, Angel perched on the back of the couch, and Grace curled up on the love-seat - sun streaming in through the windows and branches of the still-green trees outside….
Still green and they’re already losing their leaves. What’s up with that? It seems a rather cruel reminder of how (extra) fast time is passing.
Andy gave us a welcome laugh this morning. Tara had made the difficult call to the funeral home to discuss “arrangements”. They recommended, in the interest of the loved one’s dignity, that clothing be worn for the cremation. She asked Andy what he wanted to wear, and when he replied “Jeans” she said “Will they still fit?” (since he’s lost so much weight). He said, “It doesn’t matter; I’ll be lying down.” Cracked us all up.
Andy and "Gracie"
