I have not written a blog, short story, or my next book in the past month. October started off with the shock of learning my father-in-law, Pop, has brain cancer and the neurosurgeon gave him two months to live. We spent the next week making final arrangements so his end may be comfortable with the least amount of pain and anxiety. With the help of people specializing in end-of-life care, we got him into a facility that can care for his every need, monitor his well-being, and properly manage his pain.
After settling him into his last bed, we were able to visit him just once when Tammy, my wife and his daughter came down with COVID-19. By Friday, our daughter caught the awful bug and on Saturday, it caught up to me. Barb, Pop’s wife of fifty-five years, also succumbed to this persistent virus. The whole house reverberated with coughs, sniffles, and groans of sinus pressure for two weeks.
We didn’t dare expose our sickness to Pop and others living out their last days at the nursing facility. This absence was especially draining on Barb missing her husband. This week, the symptoms cleared and we were able to visit the old man again. He barely recognized us as the growth in his brain took away his ability to comprehend.
It is cathartic for me to write even regarding our strained situation. I hope to get back into the habit of writing every day again. I ask that everyone reading this say a little prayer to help us get through the next month or so.
I have a year’s worth of dog stories in my previous blogs. I am thinking of making a coffee-table book out of the many stories to share with the world. With the pressing time we live in, I decided to change the format of my blog to something a little more meaningful.