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Journal 03-04-2015

Good morning or whatever part of the day it is for you. Today is Wednesday March 4, 2015. The temperature is 48.2°F and the humidity is 78% at 5:07 a.m. PST (-8 GMT). Weather Underground shows sustained wind at 0 with gusts of 0 mph. It was mostly clear when I stuck my head out this morning. I saw the Big Dipper and a single cloud that looked like cotton ball had exploded. Weather Underground is predicting a 0% chance of precipitation and a high of 73 today.

My friend (whom I’ve been calling) Dora’s stepfather is dying. He’s less responsive than he was. I don’t know how much of that is due to his body shutting down and how much of that is due to his pain medications. His feet and nails are turning blue. It is sad to watch. At this point there is no treatment. The only thing left to offer is comfort, both to him and to the family.

I asked Dora how she was holding up and she said, “Fine. I’ll fall apart when this is over.”

It was rather surprising, though, to find out that “final arrangements,” i.e., funeral arrangements, had not been made, given how long her parents had been in ill health. Her mother has been diabetic for more than 30 years and is now in the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s. Her stepfather, I found out recently, had his first heart attack more than 40 years ago. He’s had a pacemaker for years as well. I believe he’s in his early 80s.

So that leaves Dora and her stepfather’s daughter from his first marriage with one more decision to make and more arrangements to make.

In the midst of all this, Dora showed me the dress she bought for my wedding for $20 off of EBay. It’s quite nice and can be worn for other occasions, unlike a typical bridesmaid’s dress. (I initially told her to wear what she wanted, not a stupid bridesmaid’s dress). She also showed me some artificial flowers she thought would look nice in my hair. How she can be thinking of my wedding at this time is beyond me. Hopefully, it provides a little distraction.

Speaking of which… the wedding is in 17 days! EEEEK!!! I don’t think it will be a complete disaster, but I can’t help stressing just a little bit.

Thanks for reading. Hope you and yours are all well and happy. Hope the day brings you good things.

Writing schedule:

1. Finish Examiner review of Poems, Protest and a Dream .

2. Start another Examiner review.

3. Continue reading Teresa of Avila

4. Review sci-fi story



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maxeen wrote on March 4, 2015, 8:51 AM

Dreadful to hear of the poor mans symptons,...

msiduri wrote on March 4, 2015, 9:26 AM

Yes, it is. As horrible as it is to say this, I'm hoping for his sake as well as everyone else's, he doesn't linger. It's like he's already gone and he's just waiting for his body to catch up to him. I've been there the last two days helping with the caretaking, but I'm not family, just helping.

alexdg1 wrote on March 4, 2015, 10:43 AM

I agree. I'm pretty much in the same sad mindset of wishing my mom doesn't linger, either. She's not as badly off as the person you're writing about, but she is deteriorating physically and mentally.