I was thinking back to the last time I felt semi normal and it was November at thanksgiving that that happened. I am so greatful for that, what beautiful family memories I have.
This is going to be rambling so please bare with me ...or stop reading, doesn't matter.
It occurs to me how incredibly important my family is to me. At this point my body is declining rapidly. I wouldn't say I'm on a death watch but everyday I'm a bit closer. If this new drug doesn't help I suppose hospice is the next step.
At this point I can't do much physically with out Jeffrey and or squatty's help. I can't get myself off the couch to use the bathroom (too much?). They have to physically lift to help me to the bathroom. Try to imagine that? Humiliating for me and them and yet neither of them complain. They are kind and compassionate to me an my heart is filled with pride and love and appreciation for them. I am an incredibley fortunate woman. My heart is filled.
