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We told the doc this morning - palliative care only. No more waking her up to take vitals, no more damn finger sticks for blood sugar, no more transfusions. Just morphine and Atavan for discomfort and fear.
I've started telling people who know her, told the business office in her building, and started dealing with the logistics of reserving a room for the memorial service, etc.
I did a little Christmas shopping along Moody Street a couple of hours ago, and walked along the river in the cold sunshine. It felt good.
Still figuring out if blimix coming back to keep me company will work okay for the rest of my family.
It's odd, but I feel mostly lighter.