Midnight shift

Hospice sent a nurse at 4pm, who's enabled us to focus on family time and dinner while she took care of Peg. They couldn't cover the midnight-8am shift, so Jeanette and I are on deck. I'll be up until 2 or so, Jeanette will be here around 4.

Peg is sometimes anxious and restless in her "sleep." Agitated. Calling out. Dorothy, the hospice nurse, says this is how it is at the end of life and that Peg is doing it unconsciously. Knowing that doesn't make it any easier to experience.

The drugs are starting to kick in, finally. She rested comfortably (if sporadically) for a long time tonight. Hoping she's settling in to letting the painkillers take over, letting go of the body that has increasingly become a painful burden.

Our sweet dragonfly is ready to shed her old form, rise from the water, and soar.