Haydn has always been conscious of preparation and funding his own retirement. As Managing Director of his own small Manufacturing Company, in May 2000 he decided to buy an industrial complex containing 4 sheds, thus preparing for his own his own comfortable retirement.
At the time of our retirement - June 2009 - he was given a gift from one of the tenants, 2 very small frangipani trees, which we decided to keep in pots; they were of unknown colour. One of them has just produced its first flower; almost white with pale pink centre.
Palliative care arrived mid morning and set up the canula in the abdomen for the Grasby machine. By mid afternoon, I realised that there was redness at the site. A phone enquiry, regarding the stinging and itching, and was told by Chris they would be right out. Better to do it then rather than drive the distance in the middle of the night if there were problems. They departed about 5.30pm.
Around 9pm the alarm began to go off. After waking Haydn to have him unlock the machine ( the lock & key probably insures the safety of the morphine) we determined that it was not the battery. I therefore found myself waiting for a third visit from Palliative Care at 10.23pm Friday night.
This time I had successfully pulled the canula out and it had bent back on itself. No way was this little beauty going to give me any pain relief. Thank goodness for the inbuilt safety features of these machines.
Then, of course, there was no getting me to sleep. Too much hype for a Friday night.
An interesting view of how daggy I looked at that time with the machine hooked up.
He climbs on our glass French doors later at night and devours the moths and insects that are attracted by the lights inside.
I thoroughlly enjoyed my observations.
Photography not brilliant as I am learning to manage with a greater degree of disability due to the recurrence of the cancer.
Almost impossible to click the shutter with the right hand.
Then there were all of these beautiful Birthday Cards to help me to celebrate my January birthday.
Haydn asked if my friends thought I was going to die as there seemed to be more cards than usual.
My reply 'We are all born to die.'
It is between me and my Maker but I know I am not ready yet!