Starting Hospice Today

After consulting with The James, Dad decided not to pursue any more treatment for Mom's cancer, but to instead begin Hospice.

United Transport picked her up around 1:00 PM and Dad and Charlie followed to Autumn in Charlie's truck. I'm to go within the hour, also.

Hospice. Chemotherapy. Radiation. Cancer. All words that scare me to pieces and all words that I have been saying over and over, more than anyone else in the family, as I make all the calls and arrangements.

Today more than any other day my whole body is tight and scared. One can't sever a fifty-three year relationship without extreme pain, I suppose. It's a testament to my Mother that we all hurt so much to see her in pain. She is the one who taught us these higher emotions: empathy, compassion, love. Through her daily example, we learned them, and learned them well. She will leave a legacy of good and strong people in her wake. We have had a wonderful life with her.

Bless her. I hope her wait for heaven is brief.
















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