Breathing Deeply: My Life With Cystic Fibrosis

Today I finally got to come home. We had a LONG delay at the hospital (as usual) getting the right prescriptions written and filled. I hate checking out on Fridays because no one wants to work all the way until 5pm--they all want to cut out by 2:00 because they have other things to do. We're still waiting for the home health care people (Coram again) to drop of supplies and meds. Let's hope for their sake that they can do that without screwing up because today is NOT the day to mess with my emotions.

Speaking of emotions, I'm sorry to say that our beloved little friend Gimli died in my lap tonight. I came home to find him barely breathing, his food and water dish untouched. Apparently he got a hairball which quickly progressed to a bowel obstruction and he just couldn't rebound. It just so happened that where we were sitting on the floor we were leaning up against a rainbow on the wall that was reflecting from our bedroom. Gimli shuddered a few times, gave that last little "rabbit wail" and then it was over.

We laid him to rest in little knitted blanket that I had worked on the last couple days. (Kelly, I can now relate to how you feel about losing your cat not to mention your blanket). Gimli will be much missed.