Party at the hospice

Don got moved to the Hospice in time for lunch. I am so relieved. Dorothy seems to be getting on well with the staff, chaplain and doctor here (I'm posting this from a public computer in the big, well-lit sitting room at the Hospice).

I had a business meeting in Newton this afternoon. I was driving back when Vickie called with an urgent message: Don wanted to have a "one last glass of wine" with me. Don and I have generally shared a bottle of wine when he has been to our house for dinner. Far be it from me to deny a drink to a dying man, especially when I can have some!

So I stopped and picked up a bottle of good wine, cheese and crackers on the way over here, and found Don sound asleep. So I have to hold off on the wine.

Bobby was playing on this computer, and Dan was reading and unwinding from a long day of marching band practice (8-4) in 90-degree heat and 90% humidity. It is impossible to describe how much different, and better, this place is than the cancer ward. Not that the people at the hospital aren't nice, but this is more like a home, and it's so much more pleasant for the family. Don seems comfortable and happy - he sure is sleeping soundly. I little morphine works wonders. I don't suppose they'll let me have any...

But back to the room - Vickie will be wondering about me.