Harumph! You woke me up from a nap and you STILL haven’t sent in your submission for i and the bird!
What is wrong with you? Do it RIGHT now!
Send them to lizaleemiller AT gmail DOT com.
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.