I returned from Germany on a Saturday and was just having a fit to get to church for worship. I am not sure why it was particularly emotional for me, personally! I was just to grateful and blessed to be home with people that love me.
After about 3 hours I returned home and flopped on the couch. The pain began to increase. I have a few options to handle the pain, but since I am unable to swallow anything (not even water)...the options are only a few. By Monday my daughter and big sister had made the decision to take me to hospice. They helped get the pain under control, but not without being 24/7 on a morphine drip.
I fought to go home for christmas, with much resistance. I finally got to go home on an I.V. pole of morphine and Nutrition.
