Saturday, March 23, 2013
Go Rest High on That Mountain
It's two o'clock in the morning here in room 2537. Feeding Bob ice chips. The damned alarm keeps going off that monitors the heart rate and oxygen level because it's not tight enough. Nurse is changing it now.
About 45 minutes ago my cousin's long battle was finally over. My brothers did such a wonderful job taking care of him. I had always assumed I would be there to help them in his finally hours, but God didn't really consult me on this one.
I hurt so badly for his family, especially his older brother who is still reeling from the shock of his beautiful bride of 30 years getting her horrible diagnosis last week, they had plans to come up and stay for the week and couldn't
But I can tell you this, I don't know of anyone else that is as blessed as I am to have such a magnificent, caring, loving family that will not hesitate to care for someone in the darkest days, doing the worst parts of a nurse's jobs only because of love. I know when dad was in his last days, I was amazed at the strength you can find and the things you can do because you know you have to.
I'm filled tonight with thankfulness that Bobby is okay, that I have such wonderful family, that my brothers were able to help Bill during his final hours and my nieces were there to assist. And such sadness of a life gone too soon ravaged by the bastard who's name is cancer and that his brother now has to be strong for his wife while she begins her own battle.
I would post the video, but Steve Jobs hated Bloggers so I can't do it on here. Here are the lyrics. So appropriate for tonight.
I know your life
On earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain
Go rest high on that mountain
‘Cause, Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son
Oh, how we cried the day you left us
And gathered round your grave to grieve
Wish I could see the angels’ faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing
Go rest high on that mountain
‘Cause, Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son
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Once again, yo're in our prayers.
After losing my first brother, I spent some time wondering the reason. After losing my second brother, I searched my soul for answers.
There aren't any. We're not qualified, but we are blessed to help those that suffer. Maybe that is an answer in itself.
Sorry for your loss and extra burdens. I see goodness, since it seems to be tempering your soul. We need that during troubling times.
I'm so sorry about your brothers Jess. To people who haven't helped someone as they've passed from this earth, this always sounds weird, but there is something awesome (in the meaning if the word Awe) about being there at the end.
When my father passed we were all holding his feet and hands and it was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. I so wanted to be there when Bill passed and help my brothers too, but my nieces filled in.
I'm not bragging, just stating the truth when I tell you I have the most amazing family ever.
Thanks for the prayers.
My amazing family has dwindled down until only two of us remain and I am far from home.
When you can count your time remaining in months, instead of years, it makes me wonder why we still carry all the burdens of yesterday and worries for tomorrow.
And still I don't learn.
I am sorry for your grief. We always think we've prepared ourselves but never actually are.
Hugs, and prayers, and more prayers, Rita. Tell Bob we're rootin' for him.
Condolences on the loss of your cousin.
Stress comes in many forms, and you're being exposed to several of 'em.
I know the sort of driver you are.
Be extra careful right now.
Your family doesn't need any more worries.
(Literally watching the parking lot right now for a happy arrival.)
Thanks everyone. I do have the best family anyone could imagine. We're available for adoption to the right people.
What do you mean you know what kind of driver I am GB? Tom and Barb are the only ones from your class that have ridden with me and I didn't maim them.
Anyway I'm not driving anywhere. I'm parked in a fold oot torture chair for the duration. Things were looking great today for Bob and then Mount St Helen erupted all over me as I was tackling Bob when he literally jumped from his napping doze and started to the off in a dead run still connected to his IV.
Several hours of painful hell they figured out he has a slight bowel obstruction so he not only can't eat it dink anything he cannot have ANY pain meds.
Thankfully he's dozing now and I'm about to try to o the same.
Have great time, get my sister out walking the beach so he can get in have for Itly.
I had to help with my sister before she died and had to make some hard decisions that her son, kinda slow,couldn't. But I can tell you, no one in my family, other than Judy, would go out of their way for me,ever. I envy your close family ties, but don't understand it. You are blessed in that way. I hope Bob is enjoying his ice and that he gets back in good graces soon. You, too.
Thanks Coffey, but you might be surprised about who might help when you least expect it. I do know my family is exceptional in that way, but I'm sure my cousin thought he would die alone. He had a pretty young wife who helped him four years ago when they first found the cancer. After he "beat it", so did she. He struggled for a couple yeas on his own when my brother offered for him to come live with him.
Bill had been battling depression and was finally convinced to come move up to Indiana when the cancer returned. He had been a psych nurse, so he decided on letting nature take its course rather than even attempting a futile treatment.
It was a difficult few months for my brothers, I won't lie about that, but they were there to the end and my 91 year old aunt is eternally grateful as are Bill's brothers.
My family is amazing, but we are certainly not Mother Teresa's. it's a hard job helping someone in the last days and hours. But it also feels like you have given soemone the greatest gift you can.
A years back Bob would have sworn that his girls wouldn't have helped him had he gotten sick. But even in our worst times with them I knew better. They've been great.
It's hard for them to see him frail, even if its temorary.
I was going to write something here to hopefully inspire you...but you've done it for me, instead. What beauty of love you and your family have...
Thanks Mrs. Who. I just can't imagine how hospice nurses handle it but then again I do remember feeling at such peace when dad passed away in knowing that we were all there at the end and he wasn't spending his last few hours stuck in some cold hospital room.
Toughest job ever watching someone you love die and tis also one of the mist significant events in my life. I had so hoped to be with Bill at the end but I could not have DNR a better job than my brothers and my nieces.
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