I’m in that terrible place where action slows but the mind races on. So, I’m sitting here, my beagle laying on my feet. I’m watching Netflix. I’m holding my newest crochet project. Well, techinically I’m holding my laptop, and the crochet project is in the large bag to the left of my chair. I want to stay busy. I need to stay busy. But… These last two months have been one thing after the other. There wasn’t time to think. There wasn’t time to breathe. Now, there’s only time to grieve.
Two months ago, one of my great aunts was diagnosed with lung cancer. With subsequent testings it was shown that her lung cancer was in both lungs and had spread to her liver, bones, and brain. She had radiation treatments. She started taking a pill that I can’t remember the name of.
Two weeks ago, she was struggling to breathe. It was literally overnight. I saw her Thursday night. Friday morning she was placed on oxygen. I was back Saturday, and Saturday night she was in the ER. From there she was placed in ICU. Just under a week later, she passed away.The last few days have been extremely hard. Her visitation was Thursday, and yesterday was the funeral.
The last few days have been extremely hard. Her visitation was Thursday, and yesterday was the funeral. And, now, it’s Saturday. We’ve spent most of the day sitting around, a fair bit of tearing up. Everything is still now, though. I’m alone with the beagle. The only light is from my computer.
My world feels gutted.