Dear blog readers, I need to whinge and this is my best option, please ignore at will. I will go back to writing book reviews and promoting books, however, I needed a moment, an outlet to write my feelings and thoughts. This probably would have been best done in a journal yet I do not have one and no time to go out an acquire one, so thank you for putting up with me.
Hospice is setting up the required hospital bed and equipment and I am, for lack of a better word, sad. Oh I am quite angry that things were allowed to get this bad and I am angry at being told that what is done is done. I despise that meaningless tautology as though it should excuses poor judgement and all concerned must be resigned to a fate that could have been prevented.
Rosella is on her way home, a place she has begged to be for the past 10 days (has it really been that long?). For her, to come home, will mean everything, although I do not believe she knows hospice will be there. Again, it is out of my hands. She will not handle that well. I pray she can find comfort in familiar surroundings and her beloved dog. I pray that her daughters will finally understand and start caring what happens to their mum before it is too late. I do not think they will, yet for Rosella's sake, I must stay hopeful.
As for my family, we are sad. Sad for everything, but especially sad for Rosella. She may or may not have the strength to be indignant, no worries, we are for her. We have done almost all we can. We will be with her as much as we are allowed. Time is running out.
If my reviews are erratically spaced for awhile or absent (which I am hoping does not happen), it is because I will be beside Rosella.
Thank you to anyone who read this far.