Today I signed off on a dialysis catheter.
They come into her room and stick a needle into her neck. They say this is the safest way to get her what she needs, least risk of infection.
I stand outside her room and hold my fingers in my ears. She screams so loud I can feel her pain flow through my body. She’s crying in pain. I’ve never heard my grandma cry before.
I pray this is the last of the horribleness that I will have to sign off on. But it’s not.
There is so much more to come.