The last three days were the best gift. They were just what I wanted. To see Gord smile, laugh, engage in conversation, share ideas...it was wonderful.
Yesterday he had 23 visitors! TWENTY THREE! He was moved down the hall to a larger room & I get the feeling they did it to accommodate his well-wishers.
Today has been mostly sleep. He's exhausted. There's a little confusion, but mostly he's tired. They did a lumbar puncture to check for meningitis & a CT Scan this morning to check on his lungs. He's had a cough for a couple of days.
The CT Scan was clear for pneumonia, but showed that his lungs are being pushed up a little by his diaphragm from lying in bed for so long. We'll get the results of the LP tomorrow.
slipping. I know it. I am nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck as much as I
can & just trying to savour & drink up these moments with him. I'm trying so hard to stay in the moment, stay present. I
will worry about how I'll feel when this is over when it's over. I did go to the PMH library for some preemptive guidance. "Can I help you?" The volunteer asked. "Yeah...do you have like...a pamphlet on how to deal with loss? Like... a brief bullet point list of how to deal with the crappiest shit ever?"
"Actually, yes we do."