Long Chat with a Nurse About Grace
I had a lengthy chat with one of the nurses about Grace’s decline. She sees it too. Maybe Grace has the flu, but my thoughts are that there’s further decline. She’s not swallowing food, seems less happy, and is more tired than ever before.
I’m coming to terms with the fact that we’ve got three to six months to go. I’m accepting of it, but I’m also exhausted by it all. It’s not just the flu; it’s the pressure to do my best for Grace that weighs on my mind, along with the limited support I get (which is my choice), leaving me increasingly run down.
Drugged Up
I’m drugged up on flu relief medicine and feeling incredibly tired. I’ve decided to rest and recover before going back to work. My health is so much more important than my income these days.
Who Tells the Kids?
Carma will be useless and won’t say a word. Caroline won’t know where things stand, even if she were here.
I want to be able to choose what I do and when I want to do it. To live where I want… but I’m not ready for this.
