About a year ago I suddenly became very good friends with the new long arm quilter at the LQS. She was new in town, had no family, nobody local at all. And she had stage four cancer. As this year has progressed so has her disease and she went off chemo a couple months ago.
Saturday she was hospitalized for pain and now is in and out of awareness. T hey aren't sure if it's the pain meds, which they have tapered back to what she was taking at home, or if the disease has progressed to her brain.
Either way, I made arrangements today for her to go from the hospital to a care home. She has no one. A couple of friends who are pretty far away and t wo estranged daughters. One she won'te even t ell me her name or where she is.
I am trying to rally the quilting community to visit her. It's been hard to get anyone to help me take food to her the past few weeks.So tonight I quicklycleaned stinky meat out of her fridge and threw away stuff that would soon be stinky, collected her bedding and clothes for the care home. I packed up her laptop, her bills and other paperwork. I will take her the clothes and bedding tomorrow. The laptop she told me how to access lists. What bills to pay, her will, medical directives. I am trying to call out of town friends and her church folks (small church called Eckankar) and enlist them to visit her and keep her spirits up.
I am afraid that I am the only one who will absolutely be here to the end.
I'm not complaining. I think this was intended. The day I met her I walked into the quilt shop and saw her and it was like somebody put a hand on my back and said in my ear "go be friends with that woman". It was instant on both our parts. And, my husband who met her that day said on the way home that she felt like "an old friend I've known forever." But I am hurting for her. And worried that with my health limitations I won't be able to do as much as I need to.
Our local YWCA does estate sales. They take care of the whole thing. When the time comes that's what I'll do. In the meantime, I have to go open her laptop and see what she wants done with her things. I think it's important.
I took her a satchel filled with comfy clothes and one of her soft, squishy pillows this evening. She almost cried when she saw the pillow. She's been so uncomfortable on the hospital pillows. Tomorrow I'll take all her bedding to the care home so she will feel at home.
I don't know why I'm posting this except that she is a quilter, one of us. The three quilts she quilted that were in our guild show this year all won 1st, 2nd and 3rd place ribbons for the quilting. And I can't stand the fact that she's alone and will die without notice being t aken of her passing.
Please pray for me to have strength to keep caring for her and my family and home as well. I know the prayer quotient of this group is mighty.
And thanks for listening.
Sunny