Beautiful Dreamer...

Today (yesterday actually) was a much calmer, much more tranquil day. Kenny slept most of the day. I woke him up to a cold washcloth on his face, to eat breakfast and take his medicine. Bless his heart! Dr. Sasser told me later on in the afternoon that if Papa didn't wake up, forget the meds. So I guess no more cold cloths in the morning.

He has had considerable pain today. In fact this is only the third time I have had to give him any Methidone, but today he needed it twice. The Hospice chaplain, Lee, came by this morning to meet Papa and us. He will be such a comfort to all of us. I cannot say enough about Mercy Hospice; their volunteers offer to come in and give us some "leave time" of an hour or so to get some personal things done, his nurse's Aide, Tammy, came by this morning to deliver some more diapers and stayed to help me change him and move him in the bed. I have only had a four day personal relationship with these folks but I am already indebted to them.

Our youngest grandson, Benjamin (aka Robin Hood), was in the Tom Thumb Wedding this evening and one of my dearest friends, Ann, who is a retired RN, and my sister Margaret made it possible for Larry and me to attend. They each took an hour's shift with Kenny while we went to the "wedding". Friends and family have really been (and will continue to be) a Godsend to us.
When we arrived home, he was sitting up in the bed, talking to Margaret and ready for some soup and crackers and, of course, some pound cake with ice cream and chocolate syrup. It was so wonderful to see him alert and talking after an entire day of mostly sleeping, heavily. Once he went back to sleep, he began his "stream of conciousness" rambling. As I write this, I can hear him mumbling in the background.

Please keep Kenny and us in your prayers. Pray that God will ease his pain and that He will give us wisdom and patience each day. God bless each of you.

To be continued....