April 1999, Houston. Diane is now on a ventilator—her last major adjustment. Every day and night I hear the sound of air pumping in, out, in, out. Sometimes an alarm goes off to signal something isn’t working quite right. Diane is surrounded by a growing assortment of machines, pillows and sheepskin padding, carts filled with personal and healthcare items, plus tubes and electrical cords.
Is it worth it? Read the rest of this entry »
I keep asking myself this question. When I wrote my About Me page, I knew who I was. But not yet as a blogger.
I’ll likely never meet most of you in real life. Furthermore, you come in all styles and sizes. An unmelted pot of humanity. Read the rest of this entry »
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ North Umpqua River, Oregon, on the drive to Crater Lake
This photo is one of my favorites from our visit to Crater Lake. Well worth at least a haiku if not a full poem, don’t you think? Read the rest of this entry »
“No, I will not do that.” Tough words, particularly when I’m not clear about what I will do. Many times I’ve ended up making excuses or Read the rest of this entry »
God must be laughing right now. Not at me, but with me. It finally happened. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m feeling raw today.
Best to start with
A Reality Check Read the rest of this entry »
It’s 1998, only two years after Diane’s ALS diagnosis. She makes a tough decision and chooses not to communicate it until after the fact. Read the rest of this entry »
Fall in the 1990s. I’m in my 50s. A friend gives me a covered tea-cup. It’s lovely. When I get home I read the inscription on the cup and begin weeping. This isn’t about me. It’s about someone else. I can’t even imagine my way into this approach to life. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 