"Don't take life so serious. It ain't nohow permanent." -Walt Kelly
So... this last weekend I got a view of this "Life" walkway from both turnstiles again. The parent I spoke of last time (I'm being specifically vague because it's unfair to suddenly dump a lot of info on my LJ about something or someone if I haven't been writing about them all along) that the medical folks were unsure about as far as what was wrong? Well - now they are sure. Finally and decisively. The reason it took so long is because there's multiple things going wrong, and diagnosis gets complicated. But it wouldn't have been, if said parent in question had taken care of their own health a little better these past years. -_-
But - water under the bridge. And so, since things have gone that far, and since said parent is who said parent is - has spoken about this quite a few times in the past on this particular topic - said parent has decided not to take the game into overtime (metaphorically speaking) but to let the clock run out. I wish I could say I was surprised... it's one of those things one knew was practically inevitable, knew theere was no measurable odds of avoiding, but still was hoping one would not hear. But no... said parent is firmly against going for a huge spate of expensive medical activity that would only give said parent another year or so anyway. Nope... does not want. Opting for hospice care as of this moment. I could go on about how needless... how with a tiny degree of foresight... how an ounce of prevention would have been worth several tons of... Sigh. -_-
At least said parent was talked out of "leaving me on the curb in a Ziplock garbage bag". Grrr. If said parent wasn't already being measured for wings (or a pitchfork, more likely? Hey, I don't make the call)
Joking, of course. In this case, I think one has to. <=)
And after that, going to see the family member (technically not related but my family has known theirs since before I was born, in my book that makes them family too ^_^) who's With Child and proud of it. I see now why the friend whom I've known for a long time who's posting here on LJ about her own new pregnancy has spoken seriously about asking people ***Please Not To Touch The Belly Area*** because they really do have to. HAVE TO. There is something about seeing someone you've known for years, someone for whom it makes you happy just to be able to say you know her, she's very special to me.. now with a new life developing inside her - that makes you WANT to touch it. Seriously! I had to forcibly pull my hand back. At one point I had them both behind me, like an usher. Of course she knows that, and she was delighting in torturing me. But I forgave her. She's not on LJ, and in this case it's a plus. She and her husband were in tight financial straits back when they were planning to become parents, and I gave them some financial and transportational asisstance for the various fertility and medical matters that came up.
The last thing I would want is to have someone other than CW announce on LJ "Hey! Gene helped me get pregnant!" She's mischievious... she'd DO it! O_O
So... one of those hard-to-describe weekends. Getting the firsthand view of life about to leave this world and life about to enter it. What words can you put that feeling into?
But - water under the bridge. And so, since things have gone that far, and since said parent is who said parent is - has spoken about this quite a few times in the past on this particular topic - said parent has decided not to take the game into overtime (metaphorically speaking) but to let the clock run out. I wish I could say I was surprised... it's one of those things one knew was practically inevitable, knew theere was no measurable odds of avoiding, but still was hoping one would not hear. But no... said parent is firmly against going for a huge spate of expensive medical activity that would only give said parent another year or so anyway. Nope... does not want. Opting for hospice care as of this moment. I could go on about how needless... how with a tiny degree of foresight... how an ounce of prevention would have been worth several tons of... Sigh. -_-
At least said parent was talked out of "leaving me on the curb in a Ziplock garbage bag". Grrr. If said parent wasn't already being measured for wings (or a pitchfork, more likely? Hey, I don't make the call)
Joking, of course. In this case, I think one has to. <=)
And after that, going to see the family member (technically not related but my family has known theirs since before I was born, in my book that makes them family too ^_^) who's With Child and proud of it. I see now why the friend whom I've known for a long time who's posting here on LJ about her own new pregnancy has spoken seriously about asking people ***Please Not To Touch The Belly Area*** because they really do have to. HAVE TO. There is something about seeing someone you've known for years, someone for whom it makes you happy just to be able to say you know her, she's very special to me.. now with a new life developing inside her - that makes you WANT to touch it. Seriously! I had to forcibly pull my hand back. At one point I had them both behind me, like an usher. Of course she knows that, and she was delighting in torturing me. But I forgave her. She's not on LJ, and in this case it's a plus. She and her husband were in tight financial straits back when they were planning to become parents, and I gave them some financial and transportational asisstance for the various fertility and medical matters that came up.
The last thing I would want is to have someone other than CW announce on LJ "Hey! Gene helped me get pregnant!" She's mischievious... she'd DO it! O_O
So... one of those hard-to-describe weekends. Getting the firsthand view of life about to leave this world and life about to enter it. What words can you put that feeling into?