My husband died on Good Friday
The neuro-oncologist said he would die, the palliative care team said he would die, then the hospice team said he would die. Soon.
But no matter how prepared we think we are, we aren’t.
This was not the first time we had to address mortality. Six years ago Randy had a lung transplant that saved his life. But 5 years after the transplant he had a seizure that led to a diagnosis of inoperable, incurable brain cancer. So we knew, because the neuro-oncologist told us, that he didn’t have long to live. Many tests and scans, radiology, chemotherapy, but the tumor grew and another tumor appeared and finally, the cancer spread to his spinal column. And suddenly life expectancy was 1-3 months and he was in palliative care mode. So I KNEW he was dying quickly. But despite the passing weeks and months, I sometimes can’t believe it. I mean, how could he just DIE? How could he be GONE?
More about laundry
In this one instance my socks are bettter.
Trigger warning
The days before the Kindle
Climb out of the hole
It’s not a stupid question - I just don’t know how to answer it.
So many reminders
No wrapping paper? No problem.
What’s the difference between sadness and wallowing?
Aimless wandering
The office
Ambush
Photo by Tengyart on Unsplash
The unraveling
A selection of the many cords
You think you’ve thought of everything
Best friends
Goodbye in so many ways
She thinks the laundry basket belongs to her. The basket with the CLEAN laundry of course.
You think you hate taxes?
Nothing to do with taxes, but I always loved this photo.
One more day
I never liked that shirt, but look at the smile.
On the other hand…
He made everything look easy.
Little bombshells
Vacation in Yosemite
It’s funny what echoes
Whose sink is this sink?
Bucket list
A trip to Filoli
The hated recliner
I have always hated recliners and I never wanted one.
I never liked beets
A painful task
Is this the best?
Frowny face dolls - something fun for a change!