The retreat was wonderful. Because I got a chance to really take in my current physical situation, not to say predicament. And because my friends took excellent care of me there, brought me three meals a day, gave me massages, walked with me up to the shower with a chair so I could sit down to catch my breath every 15 steps or so. I have never been the object of so much kindness before, as far as I can recollect. It takes some getting used to! It's so nice, too, to be in an environment again where the focus is on...well, existence really, one's own, and how one interacts with it.
Right now breathing in sounds incredibly wheezy, like there are ghosts in my throat. Or sad elephants.
Seeing Dr. Nelson Monday morning, and a hospice nurse Tuesday morning (here).
My sister Kathy and my niece and nephew arrived tonight.
|Putting together Tania's massage table|