i'M FOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES, PRETTY BUBBLES IN THE AIR....

Well that's what I would prefer to be doing, anyway.

The family has been backwards & forwards & now simply staying put with PoppyDon at the hospital.

It's been a torturous time. On Wednesday of this week, we convinced him not to have the surgery that was, more than likely, going to end his life, based upon the promise that we could provide him with a painless and peaceful passing if that was what he wanted.

It turns out, that this was way more difficult than planned, and it has taken until last night to have some appropriate and effective pain management put in place, as the doctor in charge thought that we wanted Pop lucid throughout the proceedings........ and was taking the softly softly approach in medication. After an interesting discussion, whereby the doctor accused us of asking him to perform euthanasia (which he said that he was neither comfortable, nor happy with ... give the man a gold star), we asked him to just DO HIS JOB and provide Pop with the peace that he so desperately wanted, as we had been assured would be the case. To us, this was a happily snoring Pop until his poor, worn-out body just gives up, rather than the pale man in excrutiating pain who almost needed to be scraped off the ceiling.

Finally, last night, the intravenous line filled with opiates, relaxants and antipsychotics was finally put inplace that I had suggested at 11am yesterday. The result is the happily snoring Pop that we all wanted......

So now we wait. His daughters are paranoid and insisting upon silence lest we wake him....... Understandable, but an over-reaction.

That will do for now. I'm not sure how much time I have left at the internet cafe here at the hospital.

Be well & happy people.

Love, Cyndy ;0)