But hearing the word hospice.... I couldn't stop crying. I've been wrapping my heart and head around the inevitability of this for months but it still felt so fresh when Dr Samuelson said there is really nothing to be done, go home and be with your family. She was really at peace though with the Dr's bad news and is just going to keep on keeping on at the Life Care Center.
I love my sister and I have apologized to her for being so sad and tearful today. Some days are just like that.
I cry because she is too young to be doing this and to be gone out of my life so soon.
I cry because we were supposed to grow old together and be the crazy hat ladies going to our grandkids recitals and performances.
I cry because her body is so bruised and broken and it's difficult to watch CNA's struggle to move her from bed to chair....they even dropped her once. She has no muscle or strength to move herself or help them at all.
I cry because life is so fragile
I cry because what if I didn't get enough pictures? What if I forget? What if