It’s such a prick
After several days in the hospital, the Man’s 40 plus weight loss issues were finally discovered with a scope that gave the most gruesome pictures of a large ulcer on the top of his stomach. The thing was huge. The doctor said it was the largest he had ever seen, but he probably says that to everyone just so they can brag. The blood loss has stopped, and I was encouraged by his clarity of mind after he began to hold food down again. I decided the unnerving loss of his mental capacity slowly day by day had been due to the massive blood loss and so it seemed. But alas, after a couple of days of an almost back to normal existence, I walked in and asked him about breakfast and could tell when he looked at me I knew it wasn’t the blood loss. When he asked me if it was bedtime at 7:00 am I was devastated, beaten, scared, and resigned to our fate once again. What a prick tease to let us have that week of normality (however weak he might be), then jerk the chair out from under us. To be grateful for the time-any time- is becoming such a gift, like a newborn baby to be nurtured and loved and cherished. We are in this together, just like he told me the first time I met him.