There doesn't seem to be time for this or anything else anymore. No workouts or sit down devotions. There are no meal plans or productive grocery shopping. No chatty phone calls to friends and family, or even books on CD.
While posting on the blog is not my top priority, I know a few people who rely on this for how we are both doing.
Steven is in pain. His stomach seems distended, or maybe the rest of him is too thin. I don't understand why he would endure the pain and not take the meds to relieve it. I've asked and received no answer. But his face reflects the pain he is in.
I struggle to see him like this and want to stomp my foot and tell him to take the damn morphine. There will come a time when I will have to let him know I'm okay for him to go. Maybe he knows that once he begins on the pain meds we are one more step closer to...