Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Laughter as Medicine

I have so many sweet memories of Ralph's care...


Once, during one of the several trips to the commode, I was applying ointment to two angry-looking sores on Ralph's bottom line. Running out of the household supply, I opened the new tube brought by a Hospice aide earlier that day. As I spread it on his ... involved area.... I said "Wow, this stuff smells good!" Then without thinking I added "Kinda seems like a waste."  He burst out with that old familiar booming laugh and said "You are the cutest woman I didn't marry."




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