It was as intense as my gallbladder melting. It felt like Athena trying to hack her way out of my head.
So, Wash spent almost 4 hours playing with his Hospice Volunteer yesterday and we had Andy* and another girl-friend of mine come over for Walking Dead BINGO.
I'm going to try to write about Sunday morning in a bit. It was a hard few hours; Wash did not know what day it was and was so aggressive to me when I tried to tell him that it was Sunday, not Saturday. He remembered what happened but just could not put the TIME together with the ACTION. It was a real hard startling chance for me to see how his brain cancer, GBM, really effects him.
It was painful for me, in more than just his yelling or his nasty Not-Wash words.
I hate seeing him that confused. That hurt. That scared.