Continuing Story Part 31

Drake and Dahlia arrived at the hospital and went to the lady at the front desk and asked

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what room Drew was in. The lady questioned who he was and he said brother, and she told him the room number.

They took the stairs slowly so Dahlia would not trip over herself and made it to the third floor and then walked the halls until they found Drew’s room numbered, and then walked in. Drake was shocked to see his brother.

He was in a big plastic tank, and his mother, upon seeing them at the door walked over and told each of them  that Drew had pneumonia and that the plastic covering would help Drew’s lungs. Drake took hold of Dahlia’s hand and together they walked over to where Drew laid. Drew acknowledged their presence with his eyes, and Drake could see that his brother was definitely sick, as he witnessed blood splatter when Drew coughed.

They stood for a moment looking down at him and Drake and Drew touched hands from each side of the tank cover. This pulled at Drake’s heart and he then stepped back, walking back to where his mom and dad were sitting.

Rachel said that they had found Drew almost collapsed on the floor and their was a small amount of blood on the floor where he had been coughing. They had called the doctor and the doctor had told them to get him to the hospital right away.

The doctor said they had brought him in time, that he was going to be alright, but he did not know if the cancer would recognize this weakness in Drew’s body and decide to move faster. This was going to be a waiting game, but he was sure that he could heal the lungs for now.

Some of the boarders had shown up at the door, and Drake and Dahlia stood up and walked over to them and explained what was going on. Rachel told the ladies to come on in, and Drake told Dahlia that they should take their leave now, so Drew would not have to many visitors at once. Drake walked over to the big mask covering Drew’s top half of his body and told him they would be back later, and to take care, and to hurry up and come home. Drew made a small smile showing that he understood.

Drake and Dahlia back out in to the fresh air talking  among themselves about Drew, and Drake said that he could see the tired looks in his parents faces, so why didn’t the two go home and make something easy for supper that could be reheated. Dahlia thought this was a good idea, and she hugged her fiance for being so thoughtful and caring.

They went home and saw that hamburger was thawing in the refrigerator, so he took it out and opening the wrapper of it placed it in a bowl, and while he made a meatloaf out of it, Dahlia scrubbed potatoes, and made a salad. In no time at all, the meatloaf was baking, the potatoes were sitting beside the meatloaf, and the salad was in the refrigerator keeping chilled.

When the two had cleaned up their mess, Dahlia said that she was going to change clothes and go out to her balance bar to practice some moves that she wanted to help her students with, and Drake said that he would help her also. She laughed out loud and asked him what he knew about dancing, and he laughed back and asked, you do not realize that I understand your kind of dance?

Without waiting for a response, Drake walked into the living room and found a record that he loved to dance to and one that was smooth and romantic. He had seen his father dancing with his mother to this record. He placed the record on the record player and then walked over to Dahlia and reaching for her hands, he led her into the middle of the living room floor, and wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close and they danced.

Dahlia looked up into his face and said that the dance she was going to practice was ballet, and not this kind of step, but  felt her body once again beginning to turn into butter, as he led her around the living room ever so gracefully. Drake let his one hand slide down to the curve of her butt and soon his other hand met the other and Dahlia held him tight around his neck, and the music swept them through the room.

It was like magic  in the air and roses bloomed and spread their perfume throughout the room. As the two held each other so close, Dahlia could feel a hardness near her abdomen, and when Drake saw that she had noticed his desires, he led her to the couch and gently lifted her down on to the couch, letting her head rest up on a soft pillow.

He began by kissing her lips and then kissing her forehead and neck and then back to her lips. He parted her lips and moved his tongue  inside of her mouth and filled her mouth and lips with heat and desires.

He then glided his lips down to the curvature of her breast and he kissed what was revealed and with one hand he cupped one in his hand and gave a gentle squeeze. Dahlia heard a small gasp escape from her throat and she drew herself closer to him, as his hand reached behind her and unbuttoned the top few buttons. He moved his hand to her chest once again, allowing his skin to touch her soft velvety skin. Her body arched to meet his and he took this as a cue to move further, and soon his hands were making their way under her under skirt and he felt the heat that was flowing from her. He let his hand rest on the outer part of the cotton that kept the love she felt for him hidden away.

He started to slide his hand under her panties, and then the back door was heard opening, and the two of them jumped up and sitting  upright, Drake hurriedly buttoned back her few buttons, and both of them straightening their clothes out, they parted to each side of the couch.

Rachel and Ralph came through the door and the boarding ladies were following behind. They could hear the music playing and Ralph looked at Rachel with fond memories of their own dances, and wondered if they had broken a sin about to take place.

Saying hello to each other, Drake jumped up from the couch and as he went to the kitchen he yelled back at everyone that supper was ready, and they should all gather round for supper. Rachel walked over to Dahlia and kissed her lightly on the forehead for being so thoughtful as to get supper ready for them.

When all were seated Ralph announced that the doctor said he thought Drew would be resting comfortably tonight. The medicine was working in his system at this moment, and there was no reason for everyone to stay, that Drew needed his rest, and for them all to go home. If anything should happen, the nurse on duty would call them at once.

The supper hour was spent with people’s mind on Drew, and some were wondering what they had walked into in the living room. The meal was good and everyone thanked Drake and Drew for the delicious meal. After wards they all helped clean the table, and do the dishes.

Parkinson’s Disease and Emotional Abuse

Crying child

Where do I start and end this? The past 24 hours have been maybe a bad dream, but my body feels to weak to have it anything else but real. It started last night, as I have already posted, at the DQ, with Al not getting his own way.

We brought it home and Al decided on his own, to carry the turmoil into the evening. After his idle threats and temper tantrums, my body felt so scared with goose bumps, a hot feeling all over, and tense neck and shoulders, I broke down and forced him to go to bed, and then went to my phone and called a friend, that I was hoping would help me to calm down.

We talked and it seemed to help and by the time we hung up, I was able to smile again. I decided to go in and check on Al one last time before I checked into sleep land, and he scared the crap out of me. It was dark except for his night-light, and I was standing in the door way not yet in his room, when I heard him say, what do you want?

I know that I jumped a little bit and then told him I was just checking to see if he needed anything and he claimed he didn’t need anything that I had to offer. I saw him stirring a lot in the bed, so I walked over to him to see what the problem was, and he had a hand towel at the side of his body and it was wet.

I asked him what was going on that there was a wet towel, and he said he was wiping up pee. I told him I was going to pull the covers back and check the bed, and it was wet. We talked about the urinal, and then I went so far as to replay how he has to use the bed remote to sit up in the bed before he can use the urinal properly. He said he could not. He said that he could not get it in, so as we re-enacted the scene, I saw that from him getting older, there was a shrinkage problem with his personal body part, and knew then that this was a definite problem in bed.

In the end after talking and him still being snippy with me, I decided that it would be better to wear a brief, in order for him not to have to try to make something work that would not work. I had him roll from side to side as I changed the bed pad and chux pad, and then I placed him in a brief.

He called me some choice names as I made sure he was comfortable, dry and warm and then turned and left his room. It was then about 2am. In my room I could hear him through the baby monitor still calling me names, and I tried very hard to ignore it but my heart and soul were crying as this whole evening had broken my strength, I usually can manage to carry.

I tried to go to sleep but he was noisy, and he never went to sleep until 5am this morning. To say the least, I did not feel good at all today physically or emotionally, and to top it all off, he was still on his roll from the night before.

I had decided this morning, that no matter how much I love my brother or how very hard I tried to please him, it wasn’t going to ever work. It would take a miracle from God to change the despair and sadness in this morgue, we call home. Because I loved him so, I made up my mind to place him. Maybe if he didn’t see his dad in my face, he would maybe find some happiness in his life.

A therapist leader came to our house and he instantly took her back to his bedroom and tried to convince her how mean I was and that his room had plenty of room to hold more cars. I instantly grabbed her and pulled her to the living room and briefly explained what had happened the night before at the DQ, and that he was trying to play her against me, and she understood.

He made a big mistake by telling her he did not want to live here and that he wanted to go to a nursing home and that he just wanted to die, because she took this news back to her head nurse in charge.

After she left, he decided to continue his badgering of me, and I stood up from the couch and told him I didn’t want to hear anymore talk, and I wanted him to return to bed. He fought me but I won and I got him safely placed in bed. He went to sleep and I went to the couch and fell into it with a large headache and tears running from my eyes. I was exhausted and prayed that he would sleep for a nice period of time.

God must have answered that prayer because he slept right through lunch, and by this time, I realized that I had taken my own diabetic medications in the morning and had never made it to my own breakfast, and now I was skipping lunch also, due to wanting to sleep.

The phone rang and woke me up and another therapist wanted to stop by in an hour or so, so I said alright, and at the final moment, I went and woke Al up. I was still dragging and Al made sure he told the therapist how bad he had it here and that he was miserable, all because he was still throwing a fit about the car at Wal-Mart. By this time, it was four pm. She is a very good therapist and worked with Al’s muscles some, but the main topic was Al’s attitude towards his own dad and how he still carries the bitterness and hatred of his dad, and how he pretends that I am now his dad and so he treats me exactly the same. The therapist listened to him and talked and gave suggestions to him on how he needed to drop the past, and live for today. They talked about how I did love him and that I was good to him, and she explained that his sister does even spoil him, but he did not buy any of it.

She explained to me that he has a block in his brain and he is stuck in the past with the emotional abuse of his father. He went on to tell her that he wanted to die, that he had nothing to live for, and that he wanted to go to a nursing home. She tried to talk to him about how nursing homes are so much more restricted than being home, and that he would not receive the love there that he does here, and in the end, with her holding him in her arms, she and he were crying, and I was sitting on the other end of the couch crying myself, he made a comment that he did not deserve anything in this world, that he was a bad person, that dad had mistreated him and he just wanted to die.

His body was sobbing and shaking and my heart was breaking, as this scene unfolded. The therapist spent a lot of time here off the work clock trying to help Al see that he is worthy, but at this point I don’t know if it helped or not. All I know is that she tried, we all cried, we all know the problem, but the only one that can fix it all is God and Al.