"Let's get married," he says to her, and she says "It's all right with me," and he starts crying. The obstetrician says "I've never seen a father cry in the birthing room." The rabbi pronounces them man and wife and he bursts out crying. "This time you didn't cry," she says, and he says "I'm just as happy, though." His wife says to him "Something's wrong with my eyes." His wife gives birth to their daughter. His wife gives birth to their second daughter. "When will it come out?" she says, and the doctor says "To be honest? Never." "Your wife has a very bad case of pneumonia," the doctor tells him and his daughters the first time, "and has a one to two percent chance of surviving." His wife now uses a wheelchair. She says "I don't want any more life support, fluid or food." He calls 911 for the fourth time in two years and tells the dispatcher "My wife I'm sure she has pneumonia again." His wife has a trach put in. She says to him "Wheel me around the garden before I go to bed for the last time." His wife refuses the feeding tube the doctors want to put in her and insists she wants to die at home. They have a little party second day she's home: Nova Scotia salmon, chocolates, a risotto he made, brie cheese, champagne. Mom seems to be expiring." His wife slips into a coma three days after she comes home and stays in it for eleven days. He knocks on his younger daughter's bedroom door and says "You better come. H is wife dies, mouth slightly parted and one eye open.
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