Hannah has clothes!

I called Hannah last night, and she got her lost suitcase, so she’s not wandering around Massachusetts naked. Good thing, too, because they’re having lows in the 50s this week. Lucky dogs. It was really steamy here yesterday.

Betsy is getting weaker daily. The hospice people don’t think she’s going to last much longer, but it’s hard to know. June has to leave in a day or two, and we’ve decided we’re going to hire someone to stay with Betsy round the clock for a while. The alternative would be sending her back to skilled nursing, aka the Pit … and if she happens to be conscious and lucid, she’ll throw a fit. She hated it down there.

I’ve gotten sort of blase (I had pasted an e with an accent in here, but it caused problems in the feed to LJ) about Betsy’s impending death, I guess. She’s told us so many times that she wants to die, and has in fact been so angry at her inability to die quickly enough to suit her, that I have to view it as a positive thing. I still feel like she could actually have decided to make a go of it and had years of fairly decent quality life, but it’s her choice. Admittedly, I don’t know how I’ll feel after another 40 years. I might be tired too.

2 Responses to “Hannah has clothes!”

  1. Travis says:

    I’m sorry about how things are with Betsy. Best wishes to you and your family as you move through this.

  2. Allen says:

    Thanks, Travis. I appreciate the thought.

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