Photo by The Style Crone
There’s that dime we’ve been turning on again. How quickly things change as crisis hit yesterday and didn’t get resolved without 12 hours in the ER. Nelson spent the day in bed before a late night ambulance intervention set up by hospice. The SC’s pin collection gazed at her during this day as part of the art in our bedroom. Each unique piece a reflection of a spot in time. Gifts from Nelson, family and friends. Estate sales and yard sales. Events and dates. Thirty-four years spoke to me from velvet and frame.
Status change can be instantaneous at this point. Camille and The SC slept in varying positions on interesting surfaces in the ER, bonding as never before with our shared devotion and concern for her father. The years of suffering that he has endured are revealed on his face, only increasing the strength of his presence. Even now, through the fog of pain meds he will occasionally flash his charismatic smile, filling the room with radiance if only for a few seconds. His ever present ‘reebok’ cap warming his head in the unrelenting brightness of the ER on a Saturday night filled with the traumas of our fellow travelers. The compassionate act of a caregiver covering Camille and The SC with heated blankets warm more than our bodies. The nurse who sweeps me into her arms and weeps with me as she cares for Nelson. The hospice nurse who says to me as we leave for home per ambulance, ‘The two of you are lovers. This is the best time and the hardest time-for both of you.’ -took my breath away!
Nelson is in a hospital bed in the living room. He can no longer navigate the stairs to our bedroom. But he is at home and comfortable, surrounded by familiar sights and love. A new level of care is required and I will post as I am able. Thank you to the readers of Style Crone and those of you who comment with such kind and caring support. You make a huge difference in our journey.