We made it
through another day and another night.
There have been some difficult moments throughout the past 36 hours.
Trying to
keep George’s restlessness under control is like being a chemist in a
trial. Which meds and at which doses
work best to calm his twitching body.
He had a
couple of visitors yesterday and he was able to respond to them a little
bit. We laughed when he told Stan. “When I first met you I thought you were
going to be a stuffed shirt.”
Earlier in
the morning as Sara and I sat visiting in the room with him, I leaned over and whispered,
“I love you – forever and always” (something I’ve done a lot over the past few
days). He squinted his eyes and looked
over at me and said, “Ok, what do you want now?” (as if my saying that was
because I wanted something from him.)
Needless to say, Sara and I busted out laughing! He had a few of those moments – those gifts
to us to show his sense of humor is still alive and well.
He had a
hard time keeping his eyes closed yesterday even though he was very tired. That glassy-eyed look of confusion, of being
somewhere between two worlds. Just as he
would start to doze off his eyes would fly open. Finally, in early afternoon, I found the
right cocktail that allowed him to sleep peacefully for the rest of the day and
into the evening. Throughout the day we’d
go and lay with him, talk to him.
He was
agitated again last night for a bit and it took awhile to figure out the right cocktail
once again. Finally, at 1:30, I found it
and we both slept well. Something I
really needed.
We shall
see what today brings. I’m grateful to
my daughters who are here to support me – make sure I eat, etc. We are pulling together, preparing to say our
final goodbye.
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