Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Last Outing

Well, hopefully not the actual last outing.

Angie had been watching the weather and picked Monday to go shopping and eat out. We ate first and it was a okay meal with bad service. I'm not sure how many of us got sick afterward. Angie did. April made a quick trip to the restroom as did I, when I got home.

We went to the mall and April and I walked around while Angie and her mom shopped for warm nightgowns. Apparently right after we left them Angie got sick but they made it to the restroom at Penney's before she was threw up. She wanted to continue shopping though, and they did! Luckily I wasn't there.

Angie slept on the way home and doesn't remember the trip home or the rest of that night. The next day was a big day of visits from the nurse, social worker, and hospice volunteer; and Angie did remarkably well!

Today she is sleeping well, but did wake up to take her pills. Her friend will be here soon with donuts!

Thank you Lord for everything you've given us!

Monday, October 17, 2011

Not to Good Today

She is cold today. She is hurting a lot today. She is nauseated a bit.She coughed a little last night.  She did just ask me to get her something to eat and take off some covers, so I think she is feeling better.

At 10:00am I took her to the bathroom and afterward I rubbed her arms and legs with Biofreeze. I think it is great stuff. An extra pain pill and a promethazine. Some tea. Love. Prayer. I hope I'm not forgetting anything.

I am going to go to town and pay my property taxes and get stuff to make a cherry cobbler thing:

2 can cherry pie filling in a 9X12 pan
1 box of yellow cake mix with
a little cinnamon added, fork into
1 stick of melted butter until crumbly.
Bake @ 350 until the topping is light brown.

Sunday, October 9, 2011


This morning was the third time that I have woken up dreaming about crying. The only thing I can think of right now is that she's dying and there is nothing I can do about it.

Friday afternoon she wanted to go to Cheeseburger in Paradise. Saturday she was in a lot of pain. She was struggling to sit up yesterday evening. Her only good hand had a remote control in it, so I took it and tried to help her up. She got mad and yelled at me for "treating her like a baby". I thought then that I couldn't take it anymore, but I guess I'll have to.

I've been moving pictures off of our cell phones, recalling all of the wonderful times we've had. I have much more important things to do; but I can't seem to do them.

Here is a picture of Angie on Beale Street in Memphis, about a year and a half ago.