My mother has been going downhill -- rapidly -- since she began receiving "comfort" care a little under a month ago.
It has been unbelievably hard for me to see her this way. Most days, I do not want to visit her. The cancer is obviously in her brain now. Sometimes, she speaks like a six-year-old. Sometimes she calls out for her mommy.
And there are other things too awful to mention.
We finally found a good hospice house that will take her in, and I'm supposed to meet with them next Tuesday, but I feel in my bones she won't be leaving the hospital.
You know, I've witnessed loved ones go through the dying process before, but I've never, ever seen the agony my mother is going through.
Eh, I've been posting little content and many videos lately, but due to my visiting Mom at the hospital almost every day -- lengthy visits at that -- I haven't the time to think and write clearly enough for neither intelligent commentary nor pithy anecdotal shlimjollipers, yet I still feel the need to communicate what lurks within my addled brain...
Mom'll soon be moved to a lovely "comfort home," which will be most excellent. Where they have her now (palliative care unit) is so craptastic, it defies explanation. No private bathroom (there's a darling little potty that pulls out from the wall, though -- how grand), and no real walls to separate patients (particle board partitions). I mean, really, you can hear the old guy next door when he farts, for god's sake.
Used to be a neonatal intensive care unit, see, but they jerry-rigged it into some semblance of a hospice facility. This will not do.
We're just waiting for an opening at the comfort house right now.
Anyway, I enjoyed the below video immensely.
I'll bet my last Blue Light that Hill could drink that skinny ol' Barack under the table any day.
Strong constitution equals strong leadership. Well, in my book, at least...
FYI: Her favorite beer is Blue Moon with orange slices.
I totally wanted to marry Peter Frampton, Jackson Browne, Spock, and...
(Apologies for the Nipple Dude...Yes, he's sickening, but what can you do? It was the seventies, after all...)
Watching their performance with Fergie on Idol Gives Back, however, just made me really, really mad. I hate Fergie with such a passion, I have visions of maiming her with a jar of mayonnaise.
So, what? They had to put froggy-face in there to jump and flounder about in her tight leather for the low-brained twats out there in American TV Land that must have some not-fat eye-candy? Is that what the deal is?
I no longer watch American Idol. I'd been growing bored of that flumpy flappydoodle of a show for a while now, but this last shulpcramp is the straw that broke this camel's back.
Think I'll watch the above Heart video once again, and dream of when they were mine...
If you don't have an intelligence quotient above that of a chimpanzee's.
Been concerned about certain...Things. Been worried, a tad afraid...Been that way for some years now.
I've avoided posting about my concerns, because I don't want to be seen as some "conspiracy nut," but my concerns are being validated more and more each day.
Your world is not what you think it is.
Investigate, learn, think, open your eyes...
I plan on posting more about my concerns in the future, with verifiable references, other videos, and my completely awesome and always creepy-good insight.
The world, she is a-changin'. What a shame that most of us will not see it until it's too late.
ADDENDUM: That last sentence is a bit dramatic, isn't it? Sorry. I don't believe the world is ending soon or anything like that, nor do I see it as suddenly spiraling out of control and causing its occupants to suffer mondo vertigo. I don't think we're in the "end times," as my personal beliefs side with the "bullshit and poppycock" folks, but...Something's in the air -- literally and figuratively. Major shifts involving socioeconomic/political/religious climes will occur during our lifetimes, as to the point where they are unavoidably noticeable (changes have been underway for a very, very long time, but many of us just haven't paid attention), and possibly, to some of us, detrimental to our overall well-being.
The best way to tolerate extreme change is to prepare for it. Knowledge lends preparedness and, preparedness lends peace of mind.