A week of Death
Celebrities dying left & right lately, huh? I must admit, I remain shocked about Michael Jackson. I don't know why, exactly. I was never a huge fan, tho I did own the Thriller album. But who didn't, in 1983? Hell, even my mom recognized the cultural significance of that album, and she was so unhip it's a wonder her butt stayed on (apologies to Douglas Adams.) In fact, the first thing we ever taped with our $400, top loading VCR was the Thriller video.
But looking back, listening to his music, I can see where it's been a huge part of our American culture. Lately there's been an ad running, I don't know what for, but it plays "I'll Be There." His music was all around us.
As for poor Farrah Fawcett, I feel bad, but that's about it. And it's awful she died of anal cancer, which is a more easily treatable one if caught early, from what I read. That blows.
Billy Mays getting hit on the head & dying sucks, too. Now he's selling Oxyclean to people in heaven.
I had 2 residents at work who are dying. I had them both Sat. & Sun. & I'm amazed they were still there when I left work last night. The one lady had her whole family there. She had morphine ordered 1ml every hour as needed, & per the family request, I gave it every hour. The oncoming nurse said she had such a problem with giving that much morphine. I didn't argue, but I wonder why? It's not like this lady is going to get better. She has breast cancer that metastisized to the bone. She's dying. If morphine helps her, & keeps her comfy in the meantime, then by all means, she should have it. And not only was she suffering, but her whole family. I'm very glad (and a bit jealous) that they get to say goodbye. But the process was very hard on all of them. Just sitting there, watching her, waiting for her to finally leave. They're all suffering. One of the most touching things I've ever seen was her husband, sitting next to her in the darkend room, in his wheelchair, his head on her shoulder, holding her hand. The look on his face...I can't describe. Just sadness. So much love. I left the room ASAP & cried all the way down the hall back to the nurses station.
It also happens that today it the 1st anniversary of my friend H.'s husband's passing. My Husband stayed home (it was his BFF, too) and they (& a few other friends) are already half in the bag. They spent 2 hours at the cemetary this AM. I didn't go; none of the kids wanted to go, so I stayed with them. It's just hard. Especially cuz he was young.
Well, I think the food's here, which means there's a lot of Greek Fries. Yum!
But looking back, listening to his music, I can see where it's been a huge part of our American culture. Lately there's been an ad running, I don't know what for, but it plays "I'll Be There." His music was all around us.
As for poor Farrah Fawcett, I feel bad, but that's about it. And it's awful she died of anal cancer, which is a more easily treatable one if caught early, from what I read. That blows.
Billy Mays getting hit on the head & dying sucks, too. Now he's selling Oxyclean to people in heaven.
I had 2 residents at work who are dying. I had them both Sat. & Sun. & I'm amazed they were still there when I left work last night. The one lady had her whole family there. She had morphine ordered 1ml every hour as needed, & per the family request, I gave it every hour. The oncoming nurse said she had such a problem with giving that much morphine. I didn't argue, but I wonder why? It's not like this lady is going to get better. She has breast cancer that metastisized to the bone. She's dying. If morphine helps her, & keeps her comfy in the meantime, then by all means, she should have it. And not only was she suffering, but her whole family. I'm very glad (and a bit jealous) that they get to say goodbye. But the process was very hard on all of them. Just sitting there, watching her, waiting for her to finally leave. They're all suffering. One of the most touching things I've ever seen was her husband, sitting next to her in the darkend room, in his wheelchair, his head on her shoulder, holding her hand. The look on his face...I can't describe. Just sadness. So much love. I left the room ASAP & cried all the way down the hall back to the nurses station.
It also happens that today it the 1st anniversary of my friend H.'s husband's passing. My Husband stayed home (it was his BFF, too) and they (& a few other friends) are already half in the bag. They spent 2 hours at the cemetary this AM. I didn't go; none of the kids wanted to go, so I stayed with them. It's just hard. Especially cuz he was young.
Well, I think the food's here, which means there's a lot of Greek Fries. Yum!