here's the thing

Aunt Grace is back in the hospital, with an ongoing infection, and apparently was so out of it that she started screaming at Jeanne until she was blue in the face. As in: "they're trying to kill me" to "I know you want my money" to "don't let them put me in that straight jacket". My heart goes out to Jeanne. Though she has a lot of experience with dementia, it still has to hurt.

Yesterday would have been Aunt Grace and Uncle Johnny's 67th wedding anniversay. She's been a widow for 60 of them.

Enough already!

Aunt Grace's dignity is out the window when she's running a fever, that's for sure. I think the powers-that-be are considering a DNH order (do not hospitalize) for the nursing home, if she lives long enough to get back there. There is only one thing to say. Poor dear. I'm with it on the fair/unfair, just/unjust fantasy. Doesn't mean it doesn't suck.

A dear friend's wife had a 5-hour surgery today for a cerebral hemorrhage. He sounds pretty strung out. As in: hit the wall strung out. I cannot imagine the stress he is experiencing.

From my little perch here in western Washington, all this is pretty distant, yet may I come to remember the many days of peaceful news. May I appreciate those days without pain or strife or drama. Because I know they are many.