Bill's Gratitude List and How It Came to Be
Bill in one of his favorite tee shirts, happy to be in India. 2017-ish. Bill's last stay at the hospital was a rough one, but thanks to a good friend, it had its highlights and left us a treasure. He'd landed in what he called "the Ritz Carlton with drugs" just a few weeks before his passing due to extreme nausea and unrelenting dizzingness. (Both his Hospice nurses and doctors strongly believe the cancer had finally taken hold in his brain, and these symptoms supported that suspicion.) While he generally loathed and feared the hospital during his three years with cancer--I think because he was afraid he would die there, and he did not want that--this time was particularly hard. He'd gone into the care of Hospice just 24 hours before we had to call 911 this last time, and the difference in his hospital experience was dramatic. No nurses coming in continually to check his vitals, no transport people showing up at all hours to whisk him away for another scan or te
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