MOVING

I know it’s been a long time since I’ve written to this blog. People are wondering whatever happened to me. Well, I’m still here but not exactly where I wanted to be. I have kept the hospice nurses busy with almost daily visits. Some days more than one visit. This disease is doing its best to make sure that I am uncomfortable at best and in misery at worst. A constant configuring and re-configuring of drugs has brought only fragments of relief. The drugs have left me confused and disoriented.

It was my hope to be able to come back to my little shack in the woods to live out my remaining days in comfort with my dog and my cat at my side. Unfortunately, that will not be the case. It has become quite obvious that I need to be where I have access to around-the-clock medical care.  It is with that in mind that I have decided to move to Munson Hospice House in Traverse City.

This has been a difficult decision to make, but now that I have made it I know it’s the right one. It’s a beautiful facility that looks like a large home, nothing says “hospital” about it. There are 8 large rooms with balconies that overlook a woods. There are provisions for overnight guests and a large common area. Meals can be taken in the dining room or room service is provided. Best of all, medical help is on-site 24/7. It sounds like a real nice place where I could be comfortable.

Comfort is what I need and I get a lot from my friends and family. It’s good to know that you are out there, thinking of me. I will continue to write as long as possible. As always, your support is very welcome. We all have a limited number of days on the planet. Let’s do our best to make them good days by being good to each other.