Not So Thinky Thursday

This week has been tough. So much so that I’m really not in any headspace to write much here for my goal of at least 500 words every Thursday.

I visited with Grannie and some of our family members that drove up from Lexington, KY on Saturday. They left crying, knowing it would be the last time they saw her.

Grannie’s DNR was signed on Monday and she officially entered hospice care. There is nothing doctors can do for her except give her medicine to lessen the pain of the large tumor that is taking over her face.

My face holds evidence of crying several times every day this week. The inflamed skin is further aggravating the rash that is spreading across my face, and I look like Will Smith after eating a shrimp in the movie Hitch, plus redness. I’m embarrassed to be in public right now, but I have no choice because that’s how I make money.

At least the reason for this crying spell is one that is understandable to hopefully everyone.