It’s “Oppositional Defiant Disorder” (my error) and it’s a thing not of my devising.
Lina isn’t a god-botherer, but she’s a parishioner (and a former deacon) at a local Presbyterian church. I tend not to darken the doors of houses of worship lest someone fling holy water on me: the stuff raises nasty welts.
We had an “end of life strategies” consultation with the hospital staff this afternoon. We are left with the impression that said end could come as soon as this month; almost certainly before the turning of the year. It strikes us both as hard cheese that, as she has fought a spirited rearguard action against the original disease, this new foe should enter the fray with a stab in the back, or, I suppose, a blow to the kidneys. We pretty much knew what was waiting at the bottom of the slope, but had expected the gentler gradient to continue for longer, and not this apparent precipice. Still, as my man Updike put it, we do, after all, survive every moment except the last.
cordially,
Lina isn’t a god-botherer, but she’s a parishioner (and a former deacon) at a local Presbyterian church. I tend not to darken the doors of houses of worship lest someone fling holy water on me: the stuff raises nasty welts.
We had an “end of life strategies” consultation with the hospital staff this afternoon. We are left with the impression that said end could come as soon as this month; almost certainly before the turning of the year. It strikes us both as hard cheese that, as she has fought a spirited rearguard action against the original disease, this new foe should enter the fray with a stab in the back, or, I suppose, a blow to the kidneys. We pretty much knew what was waiting at the bottom of the slope, but had expected the gentler gradient to continue for longer, and not this apparent precipice. Still, as my man Updike put it, we do, after all, survive every moment except the last.
cordially,