The Beginning of the End
ME: “Well, sort of. I take care of you.”
BEA: “That’s a no.”
The morphine from last night has worn off, and Bea’s marvelous mind kicks in. How I will miss it!
Yesterday Nurse Jane showed me how to administer the medication. Bea still talked all night, off and on, a rumble breaking into my consciousness like radio static. I gave mini-sips of water and a second dose around 2 a.m.
Her voice is hoarse but jubilant when I tiptoe in at daybreak.
BEA: “We’re going for a ride.”
ME: “What fun! Can I sit in the rumble seat?”
Imagine windows in a house, at night. The lights go out, one at a time. This description also fits the human body. Jane tells me Bea’s organs will begin shutting down, one after the other. We will do our best to keep her pain-free and comfortable, during this process.
Now that I think about it, I don’t think I will enjoy the ride so much after all …