Day after Day

Hospice is having a slow start-up. I can't help but wonder if it's part of the labor shortage. It's been a week since the decision to go on hospice was made. A home health nurse came by on Monday. She listened to Cornell's heart and took blood pressure. Then she updated her records and said that a hospice nurse would be by with a folder with the hospice info. So today, we had a CNA come by at 8:00 a.m. to give a bed bath. She is the only one we've seen so far. 

Cornell is still handling his situation with more patience than I could have ever expected of him or anyone. He is ready to be done with the difficulty though. Most days are the same. He just tries to get in a few bites of food and sips of liquid. He is sometimes disoriented and will ask questions that are surprising. Like, after a show about a boy who befriended an elephant, (I couldn’t tell if Cornell was aware that it was on), he asked if we own a heard of elephants? I told him, "No; our yard isn't quite big enough." He seemed satisfied.

Today he asked for pepperoni pizza with a fresh slice of tomato on it. He hasn't asked for any food for months, with the exception the PF Chang's lettice wrap that Lon and Carrie had delivered at the Rehab Hospital. He took two bites. He didn't say, but I think he was happy about it.

Thank you for the love, prayers, concern and whole hearted service you have poured out on our family. There are angels near by. Some of them are reading this blog.