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Posted 04-27-2009 at 01:52 AM by linicx
I hate to watch the people I love die.
Since my last posting my littel girl came to visit the end of March. It was her first visit to this town. She picked the best time because she wanted to see snow more than anything. Mother Nature obliged with three inches of the white stuff and gone chilling colds.
I could not believe she was so thin. She wasn't much bigger than she was in junior high. Her head was covered with a pink bandana that signifies cancer. She finally took it off and asked me if her hair was stariing to grow and what color it was. Her hair was snow white when it fell out. "I said, :Fuzzy Wuzzy has blond hair", and whe laughted. Through it all she has a beautiful, nearly flawless skin. How can anyone look that good and be so sick? I will never understand it. .
She came prepared with pot, liquid pot and
morpnine pills.compliments of California doctors. If ever there was a case for making pot legal, this is it. I don't like it and I don't like what it does to a healthy body, but it should be legally available by prescription in every town in America. It is good stuff when a body is that sick and wacked with pain. She will never live to be addicted to any of the narcotics.
We shopped. We bought clothes for her grandson. We ate out. The baby turned four years old five days after she went home on March 31, 2009 Her son's birthday was the day before his own son. Her new grandchild will be born this fall. She wanted to come back for this birth too. Kris was to have another Chemo treatment two days after she left .
That was Monday. She started teatment on Wednesday but did not finish it. She had planned to visit her uncle, return for another treatment and then visit her sister and neices - whom she loves dearly - before the last treatmen.
She never tells me anything the doctor says right away. It was ten days before i learned she stopped the traeatment and could no longer travel.
Saturday night April 25th, I learned she is in Hospice care. and taking Morphine shots for pain. The cancer spread to her liver, spleen and another organ. She'is worn out from the battle, and she is tired of pain. I do not how much longer she will live. She doss not want to live. She said she is ready to die.
I wish thete was a happy ending for all of us, but she will be the only winner. She will be pain free and we will be left to pick up the pieces of our broken lives.
It should not end this wfy. But the clock of life is ticking. Tick, tock, tick, tock.....
Since my last posting my littel girl came to visit the end of March. It was her first visit to this town. She picked the best time because she wanted to see snow more than anything. Mother Nature obliged with three inches of the white stuff and gone chilling colds.
I could not believe she was so thin. She wasn't much bigger than she was in junior high. Her head was covered with a pink bandana that signifies cancer. She finally took it off and asked me if her hair was stariing to grow and what color it was. Her hair was snow white when it fell out. "I said, :Fuzzy Wuzzy has blond hair", and whe laughted. Through it all she has a beautiful, nearly flawless skin. How can anyone look that good and be so sick? I will never understand it. .
She came prepared with pot, liquid pot and
morpnine pills.compliments of California doctors. If ever there was a case for making pot legal, this is it. I don't like it and I don't like what it does to a healthy body, but it should be legally available by prescription in every town in America. It is good stuff when a body is that sick and wacked with pain. She will never live to be addicted to any of the narcotics.
We shopped. We bought clothes for her grandson. We ate out. The baby turned four years old five days after she went home on March 31, 2009 Her son's birthday was the day before his own son. Her new grandchild will be born this fall. She wanted to come back for this birth too. Kris was to have another Chemo treatment two days after she left .
That was Monday. She started teatment on Wednesday but did not finish it. She had planned to visit her uncle, return for another treatment and then visit her sister and neices - whom she loves dearly - before the last treatmen.
She never tells me anything the doctor says right away. It was ten days before i learned she stopped the traeatment and could no longer travel.
Saturday night April 25th, I learned she is in Hospice care. and taking Morphine shots for pain. The cancer spread to her liver, spleen and another organ. She'is worn out from the battle, and she is tired of pain. I do not how much longer she will live. She doss not want to live. She said she is ready to die.
I wish thete was a happy ending for all of us, but she will be the only winner. She will be pain free and we will be left to pick up the pieces of our broken lives.
It should not end this wfy. But the clock of life is ticking. Tick, tock, tick, tock.....
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