Ah, that’s a tough one but the issue must be dealt with. I talked to a dear friend from college today who is terminally ill.
I am able, today to say that he taught me the first thing I could not do. My husband is a physicist and I can’t do that either but this is why.
I shadowed my senior classmate at a nursing home. I was majoring in social work and he knew everyone’s name and whether to take their hand, the name of the deceased spouse and every child.
That day, I made an appointment with my Advisor and changed majors. All I wanted to do is cry, and I knew I’d end up with 14 foster children and no way to house or feed them.
My Dad always told me I could be President, or anything else I wanted. I realized at age 18 that I couldn’t be a social worker. This man is dying and won’t receive treatment. He gave me the gift of telling me who I could not be and I owe him for that gift. He gifted me to transition it and I helped thousands of dogs and cats and feral cats and now have my girl Zoe, Greek for “life.” We had to take out her hips but she runs like the wind and is nearly ten years old now.
Led. You closed a door but opened a window. Be well and I’ll learn that song for you. Anything you need just let me or W know. Dee
Cooking with Dee 