Frostbite of Bluster
Mar. 4th, 2026 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThe Sparrowhawk has a clever app that let him know that, as of yesterday, we had been together for 20,000 days! We would have liked to spend the day celebrating, but this was not entirely possible. I had to get up earlier than usual for my yearly dermatology appointment, which for some reason is usually scheduled before 9 am. Last year, they biopsied a spot. It turned out to be nothing. This year, they biopsied another spot. It's not really my idea of fun before breakfast, but on the bright side, they gave me a cute little kit with tweezers and scissors to remove the single stitch they put in the incision. It's like getting a goodie bag from your doctor. While he was checking out my spots, we had a conversation in which he confirmed that the Big Boy chain in southeastern Michigan was run by the Mafia. He grew up in Detroit, so he knew even more about it than I did.
After I got home, the Sparrowhawk went to his PT appointment. I sent off a brief text to Madame's crew to say I would be visiting today, and to ask if her hearing aid was working again. One of her friends said that yes, the hearing aid was fine now. But Mademoiselle responded with a long text explaining that she had intended to call everyone, but had covid again, so she was giving us the news via text. In consultation with Madame's doctors, they had decided to move toward palliative care, and the hospice team was coming today around noon to evaluate Madame's needs. To respect Madame's privacy, I won't get into the details, but she does have some ongoing conditions for which both diagnosis and treatment involve some risk and discomfort. I had been wondering how long they could continue with the process. I guess they've finally come to the point where the disadvantages outweigh the benefits. I was surprised and saddened, but I'm sure her family is doing the best they can for her. This cast a bit of a pall over a day on which I'd already been punctured. When the Sparrowhawk came home, we celebrated our 20,000th with takeout steak and eggs from the Grand Coney diner.
Today I went to see Madame a little earlier than usual, as I told Mademoiselle I would. I took her some coffee and cake, which she was happy to have. I planned to leave at 12 when the hospice team arrived. I wanted to stay until they came, because I thought it might ease the transition to other visitors. but 12 o'clock came and went. The staff brought Madame's lunch to her room, and we were in the midst of getting her set up at the table when her older daughter arrived. She's the one I had not met, who lived in Florida until recently. I think Madame had forgotten exactly who she was. She said, "Oh, now I'm going to have to start all over again with names and things." I introduced myself to her daughter and then bowed out. I haven't heard yet how the meeting with hospice went. I suppose I will eventually, if it is thought that I have a need to know.
After I got home, the Sparrowhawk went to his PT appointment. I sent off a brief text to Madame's crew to say I would be visiting today, and to ask if her hearing aid was working again. One of her friends said that yes, the hearing aid was fine now. But Mademoiselle responded with a long text explaining that she had intended to call everyone, but had covid again, so she was giving us the news via text. In consultation with Madame's doctors, they had decided to move toward palliative care, and the hospice team was coming today around noon to evaluate Madame's needs. To respect Madame's privacy, I won't get into the details, but she does have some ongoing conditions for which both diagnosis and treatment involve some risk and discomfort. I had been wondering how long they could continue with the process. I guess they've finally come to the point where the disadvantages outweigh the benefits. I was surprised and saddened, but I'm sure her family is doing the best they can for her. This cast a bit of a pall over a day on which I'd already been punctured. When the Sparrowhawk came home, we celebrated our 20,000th with takeout steak and eggs from the Grand Coney diner.
Today I went to see Madame a little earlier than usual, as I told Mademoiselle I would. I took her some coffee and cake, which she was happy to have. I planned to leave at 12 when the hospice team arrived. I wanted to stay until they came, because I thought it might ease the transition to other visitors. but 12 o'clock came and went. The staff brought Madame's lunch to her room, and we were in the midst of getting her set up at the table when her older daughter arrived. She's the one I had not met, who lived in Florida until recently. I think Madame had forgotten exactly who she was. She said, "Oh, now I'm going to have to start all over again with names and things." I introduced myself to her daughter and then bowed out. I haven't heard yet how the meeting with hospice went. I suppose I will eventually, if it is thought that I have a need to know.
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Date: 2026-03-05 05:36 am (UTC)the Big Boy chain in southeastern Michigan was run by the Mafia
Good heavens. The things one learns.
twinsies for annual dermatology checkup
Date: 2026-03-05 07:24 am (UTC)sending light to madame. may she have comfort and kindness for all of her days.