I have to write this stuff down before I forget the sequence of events. (I took the picture above at Devil’s Tower in Wyoming. Many believe that orbs are lens dust. Devil’s Tower is a very spiritual place and I have more pictures from different angles with different orbs in different places and this is the only place I have ever taken pictures in my whole life which have orbs in them. Devil’s Tower was misnamed because of a moronic translation by a man who had no idea about Native American faith or language. Believe me, it is a Holy place) I have faith that there is a life beyond this one, mainly because of evidence I have witnessed first hand and secondly by reading many books about people in hospice and near death experiences.
Wally, Doug’s deceased father, is here and present during this crisis beyond a doubt!
The morning after Doug had been admitted to the hospital, I awoke to heat up my cup of coffee in the microwave. We always have leftover coffee. The microwave had been moved and, as soon as I pushed the start button, the timer light came on and then it just fried out, kaput, done. Okay, it was very old but if you read anything about “ghosts” they do seem to like electrical objects.
The Cardinal bird, which I almost never see, appeared in the bush outside. If you had read previous posts you would know that both Doug and I see a male Cardinal bird as a sign of his Dad, Wally.
That same morning, I put a load of laundry in the washer. Knowing it would be done when I got home, I went down to put the clothes in the dryer. Somehow before I got home, the washing machine had been turned off! We have an old washing machine on which you have to pull out the giant button on the top right in to stop it. It was still a third full of water and, when I pushed the button in, it came back on and finished the load of clothes.
When I came up from the basement steps immediately after that incident, plain as day, I saw Doug walking through the kitchen in his maroon sweatpants and beige hoodie which has been his outfit of choice through this whole nightmare. Looking back, I believe it was a spirit masquerading as Doug in order to comfort me. Yes, you think I’m nuts! I know!
That same morning, when I went to visit Doug at the hospital, my foot started itching so I took my shoe off to scratch it. Something was inside my sock: a penny! Now I can see a penny showing up in my shoe but this one was inside of my sock which I had just taken out of the drawer that morning. It was a 1997 D penny for whatever that is worth. I put it on Doug’s little shelf in the hospital as a “lucky” penny.
That same day, I believe, Doug’s mother was visitin tig him in the hospital. She was desperately searching for a TV guide (so she could watch some kind of college sports) and had a handful of brochures to page through…when…whe stumbled upon the one brochure which had on its cover page a picture of Wally, smiling glowingly at a nurse. “Options for Pain Control” was the title and Wally was the star.
On the day Doug went into the hospital, his Uncle Ken called (Wally’s Brother), “out of the blue” to see how Doug was doing. Now, I believe he knew that Doug had cancer, but he had no clue he was in the hospital. I know Wally put a bug in his ear to call Doug’s mom, he then called Doug in the hospital “out of the blue”.
Last night I called Doug’s mom, extremely frustrated about what I had seen going on in the hospital during that day. I was in tears, terrified, “Mr. Doom and Gloom” and all that—then, as I sobbed on the phone, the lights in the house went dim as if someone had turned a dimmer switch 40 percent to the dark setting, in an instant!His mom asked me, “Well, how many lights do you have on?”. “Two.”, I said. They stayed that way until I went to bed.
There was no logical reason to have a brownout.
So far, today, nothing unusual has happened electrically or otherwise but my faith is strengthened when I have seen, at my lowest point, my nadir, someone is working to send me signs through the only medium they have available, that they are here and sending energy to make all things right, or more tolerable. I guess I must say, put that in your pipe and smoke it. “Mr. Doom and Gloom”, believes in the afterlife!
Still, in the hospital…everything is vague. Doug is half out of it with morphine and never asks any straightforward questions like: “What exactly is going on with my health status?” or “Why am I running an intermittent fever?” or “What is my prognosis of getting out of here?” His appetite is almost non-existent today, has a fever of 101 (the highest it has been), still going to the bathroom every two hours, all day and all night.
I finally asked to talk to someone so that we all could have an idea of what is going on with him.
His potassium keeps dropping because of constant diarrhea, they seem to be very concerned about this and are giving him a lot of supplements. Doug thinks he should just be able to eat a banana but he would have to eat about 40 bananas a day to replace what they are giving him in pill form. The fever is just part of how the chemotherapy and radiation attack the body. The body thinks it is under attack so it reacts as if it were with a fever: even though there is no infection. He is not losing any blood in his stool so his hemoglobin levels are fine.
I think what happened here is he waited too long to express how bad he was really feeling to the doctor over the phone. Now one can’t fault him for being the person he is; Doug is just him. He is stoic, outwardly calm (though he might inwardly be in turmoil), and especially hesitant to be any trouble to anyone.
I want to mention that Doug’s deceased father Wally keeps giving us signs that he is here watching:
Yesterday, Doug’s mom was here visiting and was looking for something that would help her find some sporting event on the television. She was shuffling through hospital brochures and by pure coincidence (NOT!) she found a picture of Wally in a hospital brochure which had been taken a few years ago, with his permission, for a pamphlet about “options for pain control”. He had a glowing smile on his face just to remind us all that he is still around, working to heal Doug from the “other side.” There have been other incidents which I have personally had; but, nothing as obvious as this event.
From what I can tell, Doug is doing slightly better today…at least from his telephone reports. I told him today to stop apologizing for everything as if his having cancer was his own fault and everyone else’s problem.
I called him too many times this morning:
First thing when I woke at 5 am. (the hospital doesn’t even allow calls through that early.
Then he called me at 5:15 am to apologize that he didn’t call me at 5 am to make sure I had gotten up for work; which, I was afraid I wouldn’t as a thunderstorm was coming through and I feared the power would go out and the alarm wouldn’t sound.
6:30 am on the way to work
7:00 am when I got to work.
Let’s say about ten more times after number 5.
Of course, he was worn out by my calling, and having been a patient myself way too many times, I should have known he just needed to rest. The calls were all selfish, just for me! So Doug told me in so many words that he needed to rest so I grew up for the first time in 30 years and just let him be.
Of note today:
Fever is gone, though some think a fever is a “good thing”????
He took less pain medication today: yesterday morphine wasn’t even working!
He is eating more food. I tried to scare him into that one because I’ve had a feeding tube shoved up my nose and down through my Adam’s apple. Believe me, it is easier to force down horrible hospital food than to have it pumped in through your nose!
His voice sounds brighter, more life in it.
He is still having diarrhea but it is slowing slightly, still about every two hours.
I think his colon is becoming less fried and, perhaps more par-boiled at this point, but don’t expect to see him home anytime real soon. Although I saw him walking through the kitchen last night in his beige hoodie, with the hood up and his maroon sweatpants, plain as day. We leave footprints which exist outside of time.
I can’t in any way thank all of you enough who have even spent a second giving hope to us through prayer, meditation, fingers-crossed, heads bowed, hands held together…whatever you have done and can do is building Doug’s body back together and revitalizing both of our souls. I will, however, try to thank you by saying from both of our hearts (hearts do speak) “THANK YOU AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL,”
Doug had his two hour meeting with the “finance people” and a nurse today. Chemotherapy doesn’t start yet; we thought it was going to be tomorrow, but tomorrow is more scheduling and planning of all his nearly draconian treatments. He might lose his hair they said, he’s only got 500 bucks left on his deductible so it sounds like
a tax refund will cover the bill! He tried to tell me the two hours of stuff that he heard but I only remember four words—I count them as four because I’m not sure if the contraction “It’ll” is grammatically correct. Is “it’ll” one word or two? I only now and probably will only remember four words for the rest of my life.
When Doug asked: “How will I know the cancer is gone? Do they do another CT scan or how do I find out?”
The nurse said, and she did say it twice: “It’ll be gone–It’ll be gone.”
The only thing I can say or think is: “It’ll be gone.”