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Friday, December 2, 2011

Crossing that Bridge

How many times in the last year have we said We'll cross that bridge when we get to it? I think we may finally be crossing it.
And it's turning out to be a little like a scary, rope bridge swaying precariously over a bottomless gorge.

We had our first consult with Season's Hospice this morning. Pam was sweet, gracious, kind and compassionate. We immediately felt at ease and some of the fear was replaced with a growing confidence that this is what mom has wanted. What she's planned for. Doesn't make it easy or less heart-breaking... Tears fell freely and often throughout the day.

Mom has drifted in and out of awareness for most of the day. She still recognizes each of us, but conversation is becoming more and more difficult. Her platelets continue to fall, and the doctor wanted to try one more unit of platelets to stabilize her.

Tomorrow morning we'll meet with her doctors and the hospice staff, and we will begin the journey to honor her wishes for a peaceful transition filled with all the love, grace, comfort and dignity we can manage.

Maybe that rope bridge is swinging over Paradise after all, and we've just been too afraid to open our eyes and soak in the beauty of all that awaits mom.

We will trust and see that He is good. Always.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wishing you peace,love and strength at this difficult time. You aren't alone. Your mom has the greatest gift of her loving family to guide her...to give a small gift back to her for all she has always done for her family. She will be eternally grateful. Stay strong and be blessed.

Jane G said...

May all of you feel the love and comfort of our Lord. Blessings.