The Truth Hurts


Are you getting tired of hearing about Al? Just let me know and I will force myself to find something else to talk about. I promised myself that I would write on the Daily Prompt tonight but I had to write about Al once again.

He came home in a really good mood. Three cheers for Al!dancing pig

Now you may not think this is important, but to Al it is very important. He went poo today. Actually he has gone poo three days in a row.

He somewhere became obsessed about it when he was in the nursing home. If he doesn’t go every day he just gets very upset. So three days in a row, wow, he thought.

He had a new pain patch on this morning, so he is getting good doses of pain medication today. He got new gifts from me when he came home. He told me, he was the luckiest dog in the world. He went poo and got coca cola gifts. Wow, did this warm my heart.Al July 11Al july 11 2Al july 11 3

He was chattering a way about his day and then said, “I think the illness is going a way. I think I am really lucky.”

Now I didn’t expect that remark from someone who is constantly wanting to die. It was nice to see his spirits up and we both talked about it, but in the back of my mind I was sad for him, because I knew the illness was here to stay.

After supper I got him all washed up and he was tired and wanted to take a nap. Usually when I put him to bed he struggles terribly but he can scoot himself over to the side so I can then flip him over and put a pillow behind him. He loves to sleep in his side.

But tonight he couldn’t do it. No matter how hard and long he tried the sweat poured, the body shook and he couldn’t do it. He looked at me through tear-filled eyes and said, ” I guess it made a fool out of me. The illness is not going to go anywhere. It is going to stay until I die.”

He cried and I sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand while he wept. Then with my prompting of taking deep breaths and thinking about Mom I got him to relax and he drifted to sleep.

39 thoughts on “The Truth Hurts

  1. I think it is wonderful that you write about your days, and share Al with us all. Illness aside, he is one lucky fellow to have a sister as loving and as caring as you. 🙂

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  2. Talk about Al all you want — I (and I think most of the others who read your blog) don’t get tired of it. You’re such a good sister, and that’s probably a big part of the reason Al had a great day! Even though it ended badly, it was still a decent day for Al, comparatively. I pray that Al has more days like this, both for you and for Al.

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  3. It is good to talk about Al and we want to know about him, his happy times and sad times, so yours as well. We live with you, cry with you, smile with you, are happy with you and sad with you. So please continue to tell us about you and Al. We love you!

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  4. Terry, you had me in tears too – but I think it’s so great that sometimes Al forget that he are sick – even if it’s only for a couple of hours … but of course when the reality hits him, isn’t that fun anymore – but he enjoys his great days and hours.
    Truly great shots of Al … you’re getting used to the camera.

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    • Thanks Vivi, I know I am going a bit overboard with the camera and Al, but I want them for later to look at I guess. I am so thrilled when Al forgets that he is sick, except when he tries to get up and stand without my knowledge, then I have to remind him firmly. big hugs my friend

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      • I think your photos are getting very good … so keep on going with the camera – and as you say … for later usage. When he forgets that he is sick means he feels really good inside and with himself – even if its only for a couple of hours … he is happy then.
        Of course you have to tell him if he does things – he isn’t suppose to do .. that means you care. Hugs back >>>>>>

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