My first thought a Ficus might be nice. I looked at the spaces I had. As I was pondering, the mail truck came and I went to the mailbox. I sat down to look at the mail and had a few cookies.
Trying to get through this confusing world
Friday, March 13, 2020
Decisions
There is a place in my living room that is in need of life. I almost have the room perfect, but it could use a minor tweak. Between the mirror hanging on the wall and a small commode table is a blank space. I actually have two blank spots. The other is behind an accent chair covered with a quilt given to me by a friend and beside the roll top desk.
My first thought a Ficus might be nice. I looked at the spaces I had. As I was pondering, the mail truck came and I went to the mailbox. I sat down to look at the mail and had a few cookies.
Deciding I needed to know more about Ficus, I opened my lap top and Googled Ficus. Wow, it takes a lot to keep them alive and healthy. I need to rethink this. Hey, post it on Facebook my friends are alway eager to help. I checked my Notifications, some cute memes to share. I’ll just play one game of Candy Crush, I’ve been on this one level for a week. Oh, look at the clock. It is time to start dinner. There is always tomorrow.
My first thought a Ficus might be nice. I looked at the spaces I had. As I was pondering, the mail truck came and I went to the mailbox. I sat down to look at the mail and had a few cookies.
Wednesday, March 11, 2020
King of the Jungle
Should Lions be called King?
It does have a most royal ring
He holds his head most high
I bet the lioness always sigh
On his head a flowing mane
His tail long with tuft plain
His family properly a Pride
Males, females, cubs abide.
Wikipedia has all the facts
If you are following the tracks
Go to Africa to find his home
The Bush is where he will roam
A favorite to see in his habitat
Behind barriers is my advise
Though majestic, he’s a big cat
Getting close is not very wise.
African Lion is beautiful to see
But not for me and I do not lie
The zoo is the best place to beFor I do not want to be a cat pie.
Sunday, March 8, 2020
Memory From Three Years Ago
.Palliative care (pronounced pal-lee-uh-tiv) is specialized medical care for people with serious illness. This type of care is focused on providing relief from the symptoms and stress of a serious illness. The goal is to improve quality of life for both the patient and the family.
I did not know what to ask for. It was not the outcome we expected 46 days ago. I was thankful Wade was still with me and angry at the suffering he has endured.
The Doctor’s Nurse came back in to talk with us. She suggested Hospice as opposed to Palliative care. There is no real hope that he will recover. There will be no reconstruction surgery, the cancer is spreading. There is no way to improve his quality of life. We are going home to die. At least we will be out of that hell hole called hospital and away from the doctor who murdered Wade.
The tube and the shunt will not stay in. I ask is there is a machine through Hospice that will allow him to suction the secretions by hand, rather than torture him more There is, not ideal, but manageable. Better than the torture of an NG Tube he endured for 46 days.
With Hospice set up an ambulance ride and we were on our way home. Home to bedlam. Everything we needed was there, but no one to help us figure everything out. A frantic call to hospice and several hours, we finally had “help”.
It took several days, frantic calls, before we were able to pull things together. The biggest help was our children. The oldest lives out of State, he would come every other weekend to help. The other living out of State came when he could. The others jumped in every day. I would not be sane if not for my children.
I found when you are terminal, you do not get the best. Wade had a feeding tube. He endured the pain of having to have it reinserted numerous times. The reason, catheter tubing instead of the correct feeding tube. Our first trip to the ER one day, the Hospice Nurse at the hospital came in and pointed it out to ER Doc. He ignored her and put back in the same tubing. The second trip that same day, the Hospice Nurse again was there, we had a different Doctor and she found and put in the correct tubing. It lasted to the end.
Oh, and you cannot go to any ER. We wound up at a hospital 40 miles from home and because we were discharged with Hospice from there, we could only go to that ER. I tried, I took Wade to an ER 10 miles from home and they would not touch him.
We came home December 16, 2017 and he left us February 8, 2018.
Why it happened the way it did, I don’t know. Why he had to endure the suffering he did, I don’t know. I will never know. I know he did and he bore it well.
I did not know what to ask for. It was not the outcome we expected 46 days ago. I was thankful Wade was still with me and angry at the suffering he has endured.
The Doctor’s Nurse came back in to talk with us. She suggested Hospice as opposed to Palliative care. There is no real hope that he will recover. There will be no reconstruction surgery, the cancer is spreading. There is no way to improve his quality of life. We are going home to die. At least we will be out of that hell hole called hospital and away from the doctor who murdered Wade.
The tube and the shunt will not stay in. I ask is there is a machine through Hospice that will allow him to suction the secretions by hand, rather than torture him more There is, not ideal, but manageable. Better than the torture of an NG Tube he endured for 46 days.
With Hospice set up an ambulance ride and we were on our way home. Home to bedlam. Everything we needed was there, but no one to help us figure everything out. A frantic call to hospice and several hours, we finally had “help”.
It took several days, frantic calls, before we were able to pull things together. The biggest help was our children. The oldest lives out of State, he would come every other weekend to help. The other living out of State came when he could. The others jumped in every day. I would not be sane if not for my children.
I found when you are terminal, you do not get the best. Wade had a feeding tube. He endured the pain of having to have it reinserted numerous times. The reason, catheter tubing instead of the correct feeding tube. Our first trip to the ER one day, the Hospice Nurse at the hospital came in and pointed it out to ER Doc. He ignored her and put back in the same tubing. The second trip that same day, the Hospice Nurse again was there, we had a different Doctor and she found and put in the correct tubing. It lasted to the end.
Oh, and you cannot go to any ER. We wound up at a hospital 40 miles from home and because we were discharged with Hospice from there, we could only go to that ER. I tried, I took Wade to an ER 10 miles from home and they would not touch him.
We came home December 16, 2017 and he left us February 8, 2018.
Why it happened the way it did, I don’t know. Why he had to endure the suffering he did, I don’t know. I will never know. I know he did and he bore it well.
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