kvetching up

 Entry 1     9:37 a.m. Two trips in two days. Yesterday, Jenny believes the medium who was with us was speaking with her mother, and that her mother and father were both present. Who am I to say?  Today, Jenny will be floating in a most peculiar way as she trips the light fantastic with psychedelic therapy. It will allow her to be more mobile than she has been in months. Speaking of which. Last night at bedtime, Jenny crawled up the stairs to her bed. Arriving there, she was so exhausted, she climbed under the covers with her street clothes on. She began sobbing loudly. I was close behind, having gathered her night time meds. As I pass Leiney sitting on the sectional, I ask her to come up and help. One could hear the sobbing throughout the  house. Arriving at the master bedroom, I leaned down and hugged Jenny, asking her if she was crying because it was so hard to climb the stairs. That was the reason, she acknowledged, and began crying louder. Her bed ha...

You can't write if you can't relate Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite That's choking on the splinters --from Loser by Beck I wanted to avoid madness.  The days have been so calm.  But it wasn't to be.  Monday evening was nothing special.  Just Jenny, Abby and me doing our evening routines. Jenny surfing Facebook and texting with the pinché motherfucker, Abby writing songs and playing her guitar in her room, and me my head in the clouds, thinking all was quiet on the western front.  It wasn't to be.  Jenny, sitting in a corner of the sectional, said to me, "I just want to warn you I think I'm going to have a breakdown."  I didn't move to comfort her, although she made it clear she was on the knife's edge.  I'm not sure why I didn't move to comfort her. No matter, I just didn't.   She began to cry, a deep inconsolable cry, tired of living with a terminal illne...