7:18 a.m. - 2008-06-07
Life and death
I suppose I should make and entry, hmmm? Life has been moving on and I'm getting the itch to just move away already! However, both G and I have things to do down here before we go up there. There's been talk of living in the house we saw with the man in the basement. At least I've talked about it and G is still alluding to the fact that it "just won't work". Such a pessimist. He calls himself a realist. Are they one and the same? Anyway, there are other options. All I want is for him to make up his mind about this house. It's perfect for us and a man in the basement could be annoying, but he's never really around. We are planning on going up to meet him in a few weeks to feel him out. Hee, hee, not like that!
Last week my sister had the surrogate twins, and then her FIL died. Let me tell you just how crazy that is, and it's all true. FIL has been with multiple myloma (cancer in the bones basically) for a few years and until recently had been fine. Then things happened with his prosthetic knee, he needed surgery, ended up with pneumonia (okay, it took me three tries to just spell that), loaded up with antibiotics, and then his kidneys decided it was just too much work and failed. He was told that he would need dialysis three days a week for the rest of his life and he said no way, he was done. So, he went home to die. It all rather beautifully sad, but peaceful. Not many people get to choose how they die and when. He was a massage client of mine for a very long time, and spent most of his life in the woods as a logger/trapper. Very close to nature. Being hooked to tubes for the remainder of his days was just not an option. And my sister! Four weeks early (not unusual with twins) she goes into labor, water break and everything. She's taken by ambulance to a local hospital, where she's already 6cm dilated, contractions 2 min apart. From there she was supposed to go to another hospital with neo-natal experts (the little girl had a small issue), but both she and OB decided that was too risky. They both felt a C-section was in order, so it was done, with a vertical incision! All went fine and babies were united with the happy, teary parents. My sister then had two days to herself in the hospital before coming home. What an experience. She's still pretty puffy, but that will diminish in time. She's desperate to get her body back in shape, but there's at least five more weeks of recovery for her. But death and birth all at the same time. Talk about the circle of life...
Well, today is the celebration of FIL's life and we will be there to cheer him on. It's going to be wickedly hot, but hubby installed at least one air conditioner. Maybe a trip to the lake is also in order...
