After a year of relentless decline, we finally got the Bubbinator into the local hospice. That comes with a new concern; they only give you ninety days to die.
Then what? Difficult though it may be to fathom much of a turn-around, stranger things have happened. We're hanging on to her place in the retirement home just in case.
Meanwhile, Bubby's caustic sense of humour becomes ever more caustic. On being told an old friend is coming to see her in a few days, she says, "Oh goodness, she's being optimistic!" At the same time, the hospice comes with 24/7 personal attention, and Bubby has always loved the spotlight. Involved in amateur theatre most of her adult life, she knows how to channel the energy of the audience.
We're ready one way or the other. More importantly, so is she.
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