Three days before Hurricane Dorian lashed the coast of South
Carolina, my friend of 40+ years called her son saying to him only, “Help!” and
hung up the phone. He rushed to her home
to find her in respiratory distress. An
ambulance was called, and she was admitted to the critical care unit.
Two years ago, she nearly died.
This time around the situation was not as dire, but she remains in
critical care.
Her son and widowed daughter-in-law insisted while my friend remained
sedated and intubated there was no need for me to travel to see her. I have waited on pins and needles for some
sign of improvement in my friend’s condition.
It’s approaching two weeks now without success in removing the
ventilation tubing or easing up on the sedation that is being administered.
I was told only two days ago that she was also being treated for
pneumonia. I feel strongly that I must
leave to be with my best friend.
I haven’t spoken with co-bloggers Proof or Sig94 about posting during my
absence, first because I have no notion of how long I will be away and
secondly, because they have their own lives to lead and I don’t want to lay
that burden at their feet.
I have queued up the very popular regular weekly features of “A
Walk On The Wild Side” and “Flowing Curves Of Beauty” through the
end of October. I have notified my
neighbor to scoop up my mail and keep an eye peeled on my house while I’m away.
I apologize to my readers for this abrupt notice and hope you
will not abandon this blog because I have made the choice to be with my friend.
A quote I love that has been attributed to blind and deaf American
authoress Helen Keller seems most appropriate for this moment in time:
“I would
rather walk with a friend in the dark,
than
alone in the light.”
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