It’s a little after 9 a.m., and you just finished off your lukewarm breakfast sandwich and plastic bottle of orange juice. You push the tray away and turn your head to the right to look outside. The sun is up, not many clouds out there, and you see a couple finches flutter in and out of a tree branch just outside your third floor window. You smile at the natural beauty for a beat or two.
Your kids will come to visit shortly, and your spouse is off somewhere arranging your hospice care. You’ve got a month left, maybe two if you’re lucky, and you can’t wait to get home and out of this God-forsaken hospital bed. Continue reading Living in Reverse