Saturday, April 4, 2015

Report from the Love Shack



Hahahaha. Just kidding.

I went to a wedding today though. The bride and groom kissed like crazy.

That looked like fun.

And in other news:


My mom got accepted into hospice care this morning.

Hold your horses.

All it means right now is that there's better pain management--and I'm happy beyond measure about that. I had a glass of champagne (all by myself) when the nurse left. The champagne was already in the fridge, opened and re-corked. Because friends.

And it made a big difference in my mom's day, taking those pills in four hours instead of six.

The big thing--and this is huge. I can call a nurse any hour of the day or night. The nurse will come to the house if I say we need her. Amazing. I keep looking at that piece of paper on my fridge, thinking, oh my god, there is a number I can call and someone will be right over.

That's what people do when you live near family members, right? I was away at college when my dad died very suddenly of a heart attack. It was evening. February. The roads were probably icy and it was mostly likely colder than hell. People came over. Yes, I have friends, excellent and generous and gracious friends, but I find it harder to impose on friends, especially in the middle of the night. Shortly after my divorce when I was living alone, I took a bunch of pain pills and bandaged my eye and went to sleep after my dog poked her toenail in it. I knew I had a scratched cornea. In the morning I drove myself to the eye doctor while holding a towel over half my face.

And here's the really amazing part--my mom can still go visit relatives in Maryland (which means I can take a trip with a friend) and be on hospice there. And then come back and be on hospice here. Well, the arrangements aren't totally solid yet, but it's in the works.

Originally, the word hospice meant simply an inn for travelers, I think.

And we're all just traveling through.

Sleep well.



8 comments:

A said...

An inn for travelers. Yes.

lily cedar said...

You sound like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. I'm glad.

ain't for city gals said...

Good for you. Hospice does not have to mean the end. It most always means a better quality of life. Hospice will do anything for you....all you have to do is ask.

Ms. Moon said...

Sometimes I think we should all be on hospice. To be able to call that number...

Elizabeth said...

I am so glad to hear this. Hospice and relief are two beautiful words.

Bella Rum said...

I remember feeling grateful for Hospice when I was taking care of my father. I was relieved that I could call a number anytime, day or night. I didn't have much of a support system, but they were there for Dad and me. I hope this will make a huge difference in your life and your mother's.

jeannine nye said...

Oh what a smashing relief for you knowing that there is a number to call and you are not all on your own caring for her... delightful news, and thank you for sharing your delight and relief too... Well, I hope you had a good Easter and the day was clement as it was here in the UK.. April showers are making known their presence, but its the season, and it makes things grow, so ok to all that...x

Vesuvius At Home said...

So so happy to hear this. Champagne seems quite appropriate. Glad you have access to relief.