Down The Rabbit Hole
Shel’s voice has been fading away all day long, but we tried to take full advantage of yesterday. In a triumph of the mundane over the romantic, that has unfortunately included utterances like “have you paid the bills yet?”, “the shower drain is stopped up again,” and “is there enough gas in the car to get to the train station?” Because tomorrow we’re off to Lyon to see the cancer doctors, to find out what our options are. We know it’s going to be a life-changing visit, but we don’t know in what ways. Outside the wind is whipping, there’s been thunder and lightning, and all I really want to do is put my head under the covers and suck my thumb. And I don’t even suck my thumb. But you know what I mean.
Speaking of life-changing visits, today was the final home nurse visit from Shel’s last hospitalization. At first twice a day, then once, then three times a week, a nurse came to the house to give injections, draw blood, and change bandages. The bill for two weeks worth of in-home TLC? 90 Euros, about $125. Kind of makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
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