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Choices

Friday morning, my father-in-law made the choice to end his battle with cancer.  My sister-in-law called Hospice and they moved quickly.  By the time I got there on Friday afternoon, a Hospice nurse had been there to talk to my husband, his sister, mother, and his aunt at length.   Within a couple of hours, a hospital bed was delivered, drugs to keep him comfortable were on hand, and he was settled and sleeping fairly peacefully.

Saturday was our bi-monthly Crafty Chix day.  My mother, sister, mother-in-law, sister-in-law and I get together and do something crafty and fun.  We eat good food, we talk good talk, and we create good stuff. We went ahead and did it at my mother-in-law’s house anyway.  My wonderful step-father took ALL the grandkids to the Boardwalk (amusement park at the beach).  Greg worked in the dining room all day.  My father-in-law lay in the living room in a morphine-enhanced sleep listening to the sound of laughter and love all around him.  We went home late on Saturday night to sleep.  My sister-in-law stayed with her mother and father.

She called at a little after 6am to let us know that his breathing was labored and hospice thought it might be soon.  Greg hurried over and I stayed with my parents and kids.  Greg called me just after 7 to let me know that it was over.

My father-in-law was a good man.   He was loved and he is missed.  But, thankfully, his suffering is over and the choices he made about how to end his life were honored.