The first two weeks with Margie were such a blessing. In some ways, it was hard to hear her speaking so frankly about her death, but it probably made things easier in the long run. After a long and couragious battle, she had accepted it as inevitable and wanted to make sure that she had taken care of everything. It was like she was ticking items off a list: paperwork; funeral plans; things to tell loved ones; etc, etc.
Most days she seemed more or less fine. She had some energy, could be up and about, laughing, joking, talking, visiting with people… we even went out a few times, to dinner, to church… Friends and family were in and out frequently, usually with flowers and food, and the phone hardly ever stopped ringing.
What I will always treasure was our time alone together during that period. Watching movies (“Loving Leah”: a Hallmark movie that she just HAD to buy); talking about all kinds of things; cooking; driving to and from Dana Farber for blood transfusions (and her teaching me all the back roads through Dorchester and Jamaica Plain)… As much as her illness was an ever-present thing, that time in many ways felt “normal”. We laughed and cried and said all the things we needed to say.
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