Hello everyone. I haven't posted much lately. I've been pretty busy.
Have you ever loved someone so much that you would've done almost anything for them?
In the last nine months, I've had the priviledge of taking care of a terminally family member, someone I love very much. Diagnosed with lymphoma for the second time, we knew our time left together was short. For the first 8 weeks of treatment, things were better as the lymphoma went into remission. So for a few months at least, life was normalized. Even her specialists and the staff were surprised at how well she was doing. Her name was becoming so familiar, she almost appeared to be reaching rock star status. Even the pharmacy knew who she was the second we called for a refill on her prescriptions.
But the last week of her life , she started going downhill very quickly.
We think we're prepared as we know the final outcome. But we're not. When that days comes, we're still clinging to hope. Maybe it's an infection that can treated, maybe a little more of this medicine or that, maybe, maybe, maybe...
But there's that defining moment when you know it's time to say goodbye, when your heart is so broken, you can hardly breathe.
We had the privilege of praying our 17 year old cat "Boller Girl" into Heaven as the the beautiful music of her favorite Christian singing group played in the background. She passed just as the song ended with the word Jesus. Not a coincidence as He was there too, waiting to place her in His loving arms to take her home.
It's easy to praise God when things are going well, but I believe when we praise Him through our losses, He is especially honored. And that's exactly what we did. We praised God for her life, for the extra time He gave us with her, praised Him for her excellant medical care, praised Him for a beautiful passing and praised Him with our broken hearts. We have the reassurance of being together again someday.
Nine months of care, specialists, medicine, loss of sleep, and towards the end feeding her soft food through a small squeeze bottle. I held off on Book Signing Events, stayed close to home, and did only what I had to do. I loved her all the way through it.
If anyone asked me, based on my experience taking care of a terminally ill patient, even a cat, if I would do it again, I would tell them, "In a heartbeat."