Drip Drip
I awoke to rain showers and it began again at two this afternoon.
I am pooped. Not physically, just mental.
It started Wednesday when Dennis got a call from his son Jeff that he needed a ride to our St. James hospital. No more was said. Thursday night Dennis gets a call from Jeff, he needs a ride home from the Madelia hospital. The Madelia ambulance took Jeff from St. James to Madelia.
This morning Dennis picked up Jeff from his apartment for a sit-down to see what was going on. Jeff came with recent papers. Jeff has liver cancer and there is metastatic involvement. This has been going on in Jeff for some time. How unfortunate for someone that had so much going on for himself. I did go out to the clinic as Jeff wanted me to have access to his records. I can only offer moral support.
On a bright note, Aunt Janet and I had a great hour telephone visit this mid-afternoon. She no longer goes out to the old family farm where her nephew lives and farms. She does still enjoy making baked items and someone from the farm picks them up from her to take out. Her and I are ten years apart. My sister and I were six years apart. Sweet conversations.
When Dennis came back from taking Jeff home, we both felt wore out. It is still knowing what is going on so as to not have to wonder.
It is still doing the drip, drip.
With that I take my leave. ♥