Today was a sweet day. We woke this morning and just lay still together for a little while because Cynthia just needed a ‘few more minutes’ of sleep. I was on board with that plan. (Whenever she visits me in NYC We follow my sleep schedule, which involves later nights and frequent naps.) She’s typically an early riser–with at least 10 things on her to-do list before 6am–so it’s good to be able to take time for rest.
For breakfast I made French toast and fluffy eggs, and we spent most of the morning dozing off and on. Our nurse Lisa from Alive Hospice came over and worked with me on how we are managing her pain (she’s had a lot of severe headaches in the last few days), and we came up with a plan that seems to be helping ease them.
Today has been full of soft talks and lots of ‘I love you’s. Shortly before dinner we noticed that her breathing pattern has changed when she rests–it’s very slow and irregular, which is something we have been told to expect. We have been tying to keep the space around her as quiet and dark as possible, knowing that she is extremely sensitive to light and sound.
Over the last few weeks I have been reading her your stories. They have been such a balm to our souls. There is a theme for sure, and it reflects something that she has said again and again–that what she wants is to aid in the flourishing of others. And gosh, has she ever. She has gently but firmly encouraged us in the direction on our dreams. Hearing that truth directly from so many of you makes my heart so very happy. So, thanks.