Back To A Hospital

Last year on this date Marsha was in worse shape than yesterday. Her breathing was more difficult and she felt like she could not catch her breath at all. She was scheduled for an Oncology appointment so we went with a desire to find a solution. Once again they said she had fluid and that her oxygen levels were drastically low. They said if she did not go to the hospital she probably would not make it through the night, and Marsha said she was not going to the hospital. She decided she was going to have hospice care and no more doctors or hospitals and they said that was impossible at four o'clock on a Friday afternoon. I made a call to our parish contacts who worked for hospice and hospice was in place for Saturday morning. Then I insisted she go to the hospital overnight because she was not going to die before our son and grandson could get there. Dottie and I took the long ride to Wacamaw Hospital with a very impatient Marsha. After almost forcing her out of the car at the hospital Dottie stayed with her while I sped home and called my son and changed his airline tickets to the next morning. I called Merrie and Bekah and other family members, and returned to the hospital where they were using medication in an attempt to rid her of some of the fluid. She was stabalized and up in a room by about 8 PM and Dottie and I went home. Dana's flight was do in about 8:30 AM Saturday. It was clear at this point that we were entering the end game of her illness, and I struggled to sleep which is unusual for me. I had faced the reality of her impending death but I thought it was going to be further away than this.