I think I mentioned in an earlier diary that I have a friend (call him Harry) who had a stroke and can't drive anymore. So I offered to schlep him around to his doctor appointment. Little did I realize how much of the county I would see. He has a doctor here, and one there, and another someplace else. Today's doctor was near where my friends are in the board & care home. So we stopped by to visit.

Harry is quite the gabber, and he and the Colonel had a great time visiting, while I visited with my friend. She said she was in an awful mood today, but she cheered up after while. Harry and I were invited to stay for lunch, so we did.

The social worker came while we were still there, and I had a chance to talk with her. I told her that I had revised my estimate of Friend's life line, and she agreed. She said she guessed Friend has maybe a month. That isn't what I wanted to hear. Even though I had already concluded that her time was getting shorter and shorter.

Earlier in the day the hospice worker was there and left a pamphlet on dying, which really upset her. She didn't want to look at it, and didn't even want it in the room. I read it, then slipped it back under her tissue box. Maybe she'll find it and read it. I know she knows she's dying, but she just doesn't want to talk about it or be reminded.

Friend is still able to transfer from bed to wheelchair and back with minimal help, but I don't know how much longer she'll be able to do that. I told the social worker that I am going through the grieving process. I hope I'll be ready when the final day comes. I wonder if our Rabbi could talk to her about dying? Purely from the spiritual viewpoint. Maybe it would help. I'll ask him.

Thank you, Kelpie, for the lovely music that I'm still enjoying.

Shalom