My friend Nancy posted on Facebook that they put her daddy in hospice today. How very sad. Just last week she was on an angel's mission to collect her dad from southern Arizona and bring him back to Iowa after he suffered a couple strokes.
When Paul and I spoke to Nan just before she took off to go pick her dad up, Nancy said the nurse there said the latest scan showed what they thought to be a tumor. They were ready to start chemotherapy. Nancy said "No thanks" I'll check it out when we get to Iowa. My buddy is a nurse and she knows lots of docs. Besides, she said, her dad is 84 years old and has had 2 strokes!
I haven't talked to her since last Thursday night, when we stopped at their place whilst walking the wienie, Odie who is always happy to go to Zoie's house (that's the Anthony fam pet, a yeller lab born zactly the same day as Odie). Odie is actually pretty scared of zooey. (Can you tell, I'm not quite sure how to spell it). But she loves Jim and Nancy, who were busy loading up furniture to move into Nancy's mom's new apartment at the retirement place in town. Her dad was safely tucked into Creston Nursing and Rehab.
Evidently since then he's gone downhill. Now he needs hospice. We are so fortunate that Creston has a couple nice hospice facilities. I remember last year when Deb's mom was in hospice up here - what a beautiful thing. When my mom was terminally ill in Atlantic, and when Patrick's little life was winding down in Creston there were no hospice facilities. We made do though. A gentle exit from life is deserved by all! Go with God (or whatever is next Nan's Dad).
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