The bottom layer of the cake was frosted foam core. If it was actual cake it would have fed 150 people, 30 more than the number of guests, on its own. I designed it, created the acrylic stand, and our friend Annie hooked us up with a tattooed biker chick who was also a kick-ass baker unafraid of a challenge.
I feel like our life is turning into a broken record, but today had a rough start with a few turns into the ditch. We swapped out Peg's Fentanyl patch, but this time it snowed her so hard she had trouble with word-finding and crashed really hard for hours.
It's easy to blame the patch, but it's not the patch. Peg's body is letting go. She had some mild intermittent hallucinations all day. Her legs are getting weaker; I have to spot her as she transitions from the wheelchair to wherever she's headed (toilet, chair, living room bed, bedroom bed).
That's her world right now. It frustrates her. She would love to spend even ten minutes in the back yard to smell the blossoms from the sweet peas, alyssum and orange blossoms. But she gets dizzy and nauseous moving from place to place, especially if she doesn't "decompress" for a few minutes in between.
Tomorrow is another day.
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