Well, I’ve been here four days now and I’m already exhausted. Caring for someone who’s terminally ill is oddly similar to caring for a newborn…except instead of nighttime feedings, it’s nighttime medicatings.
The other day, she woke from her afternoon nap confused and agitated. She was also five hours overdue for her pain medication. The Hospice nurse had told us to give her an ativan with the oxycodone if she became anxious…so I snuck the extra pill into her spoonful of applesauce. I think it worked, because fifteen minutes later we were watching a Lupe Fiasco concert on TV.