...it's Saturday night in the 'hood. The house is quiet and peaceful but my heart is restless, my body and soul weary, the week has taken it's toll. This will be a quick note as I am at a loss as to what to say, yet I come here hoping the words will flow down to my fingertips and take flight.
My husband lost a good friend on Monday. Got a call at work, it was totally unexpected and for his friend, Terry, it was quick and gentle. He's not even our age, how does that happen? While making plans and arranging schedules to attend the services my poor hubby got another phone call he wasn't the least bit ready for. His best friend, his pea-in-a-pod friend had, hours earlier, a massive stroke.( Hmm, we were just ready about the symptoms of stroke and heart attack the night before.) Hubby spent the day with Tom yesterday knowing full well that it would be the last time they were together. He talked of old times and old timers and how Tom could out story tell anyone. A more generous and genial man would be difficult to find. They have endured a friendship of over thirty years...that doesn't happen much. At the moment the family is at his bedside holding vigil. Tom is paralyzed and has slipped into a morhpine induced coma. We wait, we try to hold the family up with our prayers, and we wait. For the inevitable phone call.
The vet drained off 3 1/2 gallons, GALLONS, (7liters) of fluid from my Gracie dogs liver today. She was twelve pounds lighter when they were done. She has liver cancer. She is fourteen. We are seeking only comfort measures for her so for now she gets the fluid drained and some happy pills and life continues as normal a possible with us knowing it won't be much longer.
While this road may be difficult and steadily weary I still hold tight to the blessings in my life. On this rainy, windy night with storms brewing in our hearts I can look down at the floor next to me and see a laying dog and know that she didn't go to dog heaven today and that is a blessing to this heart.
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