Waiting journal
From October 3, 2023 until January 10, 2024 I accompanied my husband, David to dozens of medical appointments, trips to emergency rooms, 6 hospital stays, one skilled nursing facility (a hell I would not wish on anyone) and finally back to our home for hospice. While i sat in endless reception areas I decided that the only way I could cope was to stitch my feelings.
I had strict rules for myself. I could only sew while I was waiting for an appointment or sitting in an emergency room. I only used white thread and a few scraps of antique Japanese indigo cotton. I used red thread when David finally died at our home on January 10.
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Waiting journal
From October 3, 2023 until January 10, 2024 I accompanied my husband, David to dozens of medical appointments, trips to emergency rooms, 6 hospital stays, one skilled nursing facility (a hell I would not wish on anyone) and finally back to our home for hospice. While i sat in endless reception areas I decided that the only way I could cope was to stitch my feelings. At each appointment I noted the date in Roman numerals.
I had strict rules for myself. I could only sew while I was waiting with Dave for an appointment or sitting in an emergency room. I only embroidered with plain white thread on a few scraps of antique Japanese indigo cotton. As Dave got weaker and weaker my stitching got less and less. I used red thread when David finally died at our home on January 10. That was the last entry in the waiting journal.