Just want to pop on here and say sorry for not posting the last few days week - I'm so far behind in reading what you've all been up to, and when that happens I'm always embarrassed because I don't want to say anything completely inane.
I'd love to know how everyone who's having health/ child/parent issues is doing - Donk, how's your dad
RS, how's WS
MT, I read you had a day recently, felt for you but didn't have time to post, so here, have one of my warmest ((((((HUGS))))) catita, hope you're not too ill
If I'm forgetting anyone I am so sorry, like I said I haven't read back far enough because of lack of time (so much to do, seeing patients, finish continuing education credits in the form of an online radiology exam, have to write a medicolegal report for a patient who had a car accident and has to pursue it legally... along with being mum and wife... I know none of you know how any of this feels .
Had a afternoon - spent it with one of my patients, whom I've known since I moved to British Columbia from Ontario in 2004, is dying of an undiagnosed brain degeneration. Dying quite slowly, with many physical problems, among them the inability to swallow without choking. Julie took me under her wing when I moved here and thought the heartbreak of missing my mum would make me have to move back to ON and leave this place where I love to live and from the first felt I belonged here. She means so much to me. I did the best I could for her professionally and when I couldn't do any more for her, referred her to DH for treatment (before we were dating and eventually got married). So she knows and loves both of us. She came to our wedding, and when we had Jackbaby she was already ill and even though her vision was deteriorating, made a handmade blanket for him. We love her to bits. Her condition initially deteriorated quite rapidly, and I remember when I was pregnant and visited her, she said she wanted to hang on so she could meet my baby. Well, she's hung on much longer than that, and still has a lot of her mental faculties but her body is failing. So she phoned me a few days ago and asked if Jackbaby and I could come visit. We went to see her today, and she wanted to talk to me about having a gastrostomy tube put in to feed her because she can't swallow any more. When she started to deteriorate last year she told me she didn't want any intervention. But when we talked about it today, she was able to figure out that that was because she thought she'd deteriorate so much that the brain condition would kill her, not the fact that she can't eat. Now it's a year later and she can't eat but has more faculties left to her than she thought. So, in talking with her, she eventually felt that she's not ready to go yet and that a G-tube is the right thing for her.
I'm so glad that she's always felt she could talk to me about the nitty-gritty of her condition, because her family can't talk to her about it. Probably because they're too close to the situation. But this was such a tough conversation - even though she's at peace with knowing that she doesn't have much time left. I'm glad I could help, but I'm so sad.
Night everyone. Will tro to catch up on all your lives this weekend.
If anyone's up, I could use a hug though.
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