When we arrived, she was sitting and laughing.
She ate some, appetite was diminishing.
She could walk to the commode a couple times a day.
Her hair was gone, covered by a wig.
Taking morphine like candy, dosage continuing to be increased.
She rested and would chat and laugh in between.
Hallucinations sadly began.
Switched to delotted, maximum home dose reached.
Taken by ambulance, willing to go.
Doctor said, "It won't be long."
Her body was wasting from not eating.
Her meds were upped for pain control.
We went back to rest, then at 3:15 a.m. we got the call.
(R.I.P. Barbara, you will be missed)
Little one line vignettes, dabs as part of a picture, works fine for me as long as we can agree that it's not poetry.
ReplyDeleteAgreed :) We both know poetry isn't allowed in ENG162.
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