Come Back Anytime, Aunt J!

Here you see the picture of contentment from Monday. My sister J visited last week. When she visits, the Dukester gets an inordinate amount of attention and brushing. J ended up with a box of carefully wrapped pottery from Peachblow Pottery. Duke certainly approved her choice of box ... needless to say he's missed both the attention and the box since she left here.

I spent a marathon reading session Saturday with Eleanor Clift's Two Weeks of Life. Clift chronicles the circumstances of her husband's death from RCC with that of Terri Schiavo, who died that same week. The contrast between a private, dignified death in hospice at home, and the media circus and nonsense surrounding Mrs. Schiavo's expiration, is compelling reading. It reinforced my hope to die at home, if at all possible, and strengthened my resolve to pursue hospice care when the time comes.