Matters of Life and Death
Our friend is in hospice, the President was in the hospital with Covid-19, and my squash plants have been eaten by worms. I’m starting to be discouraged. Probably the right decision, and one I hope I would have the courage to make, but still, to choose to forgo any more treatment for cancer is heartbreaking. Fortunately he is at home with his wife. Their children have visited. His pain is managed. Now the waiting begins. Were our friends still in Fort Lauderdale, I would drive down to say goodbye, virus be damned. Which is what, after spending a couple of nights at Walter Reed Medical Center and still contagious, our President likely said. Back at the White House, he told us not to fear coronavirus. Of course the rest of us aren’t flown to and from a prestigious military hospital via helicopter and don’t have access to experimental drugs. He does seem to have a mild case, thank goodness, not like those 200,000+ who died, and the many, many others who have lingering damage to...