I almost got out of the house and headed to work. I was so
close I could taste it. I had showered and shaved, grabbed my work clothes and
was in the kitchen getting dressed, so as not to disturb Richard. Then I heard
a feeble, “Somebody, help me!”
It hadn’t been a great night. Richard was up and down some
and obviously was having troubles sleeping. But seriously folks, it was far
from the worst night ever. It just wasn’t a great night.
He woke up before me this morning and was in the living room
when I finally pulled my sorry ass out of bed. I made coffee and all the other
early morning rituals and sat with Richard for a while. I got him a cup of
coffee. I don’t think he even had a sip before he said he had to go back to
bed.
So, I helped him back to bed and went about the balance of my
morning duties.
Thirty minutes later I hear, “Somebody help me!”
In the half hour that followed, I documented mild confusion,
weakness to the point of not being able to sit up in bed, stand or walk without
assistance, lack of balance and co-ordination, swollen feet, incontinence and
bowel control issues, shortness of breath and a fever. On the bright side, his
blood pressure was really, really good.
I have a call into the oncology department at Providence
Portland.
FUCK CANCER!!!
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