The one diagnostic that was being used to track mama's progress came in on the bad side today so I found myself signing hospice papers for the second time in five months. Just remember that when someone takes the time and effort to designate a DPA, responsibility comes along with that notarized signature. I was secondary to both parents and ended up with decision making tools that my job made possible. Even at that, it has been painful. It really makes me sad to know that some folks don't have a clue about their rights when it comes to healthcare.
She knew me and the rest of the fam this morning so we bonded a bit as we passed to and fro through the halls of *one* of my favorite patient care units. T spent the night on the luxurious lounge chair nearby and BG took his place after working over at the home to make sure everybody got dressed and fed. I checked in a couple of times and found both of them snoring. That's what's up kids. There is no way I could ever name every person who did something kind for me and mine but I try to do it in short stories along the way so I don't forget to write a WOW card. It just now dawned on me that the guy I saw sitting in the waiting room as I left was none other than Pete the radiology tech that I once had a crush upon. Leigh had just given me the biggest hug and made things a little less traumatic. I bet her drove her in for the visit. Small world.
Faith ~
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