by Everything is freaking me out today. It didn’t help that I started reading this horrifying article in the Times about a woman trying to get her father out of hospitals and nursing homes so he could die at home. I’d recommend reading this just to know how the system works (and doesn’t work). Which reminds me …
Note to Douglas and Robin and Karen and Peter: That article made me appreciate even more how wonderfully you managed our mother’s (or mother-in-law’s) end of life.
I haven’t read this article yet, about the national panel that found we needed to overhaul our end-of-life care at every level. I will save that for another day.
Now I need to curl up with a pile of cats. I’m writing a new song for my cats by the way. So far it goes: I love you cats, I’d love even if you were bats, but not if you were tarantulas, so it’s really good you’re not.
People watching the People’s Climate March going by.
Looking back it was an honor to fulfill her last wishes, errands, etc. whatever made her calm and happy. -Still think of her everyday 13 year later!
My Mum died a year ago, and my Dad 6 months ago, so it is all very raw for me still. We do need to come to terms with the state of end of life decisions and move on. It’s not like any of us are going to live forever, so this too shall come for us.
I love your cat song lyrics!
Oh God, right in a row. I’m so sorry. That’s still pretty recent.
Karen you should have been a doctor or a nurse! Nicole is standing on your shoulders.