This morning, around 9.30, JD stopped breathing and turned purple. So I thought the end had come and I called the nurse. We sat with JD for 10 minutes, I cried. Then her breathing became regular again. And has been ever since.
It is now 3.50 in the afternoon. So a warning shot. Needless to say I have not left JD’s bedside since. Her mother came and left, having said her goodbyes and made her peace with anything that might still need peacemaking (sorry for crappy grammar). Then our friends K&R came along with ample supplies for the rest of the day, stating they were ready to stay as long as I want them.
And so we wait. I know there is not much time left. But how much or how little is a complete mystery. So it is a strange thing sitting here with friends, food for the evening, Ipads, books and crisps, waiting for death. Knowing JD, she will make us wait. And wait. And wait. Just because she can.
Just go, my angel. Just let go.