The Rule Of Three

There are lots of sayings about how change comes into our lives. "When it rains, it pours", or...well, I can't think of anymore right now. But there are a lot. One I always remember, though, is "Bad things come in threes".

This summer has been one of change. And not the good kind. Kendall lost his job. Bad. And while we have a good prospect on another one (I may be adding a retraction in a week), it may be that to find another job in Kendall's field, we will have to move. Very far away. Good and bad, but a lot of unpleasant change.

And two days ago we found out that Kendall's mother is dying. She has been on dialysis for the past 2 years, and basically living on pain medication that entire time. About a week ago her primary care physician told her to stop taking the pain meds, and she spent the past week in excruciating pain, to the point of no sleep except for cat naps for almost 7 days. Her quality of life is next to nothing, though she still has all her mental faculties.

So she came to the decision that she would no longer go to dialysis. The life expectancy after that decision is around 4 to 7 days. We went to visit her last night, and it was clear her mind was made up. She'd had several blessings, and the Spirit was strong as she shared her feelings about the situation. She's tired, her body's worn out, and she feels she can have more influence on the lives of her grandchildren from the other side. And so she will go.

It's been an emotional couple of days, to say the least. I hope that when this is all over, though, we can look back at the summer of 2010 as a positive one. I hope.