I heated a tiny personal pan pizza, opened a small bottle of champagne, and toasted in the New Year alone.  This was a first.  DH usually celebrates with me. 

     However, DH had had a rough day,  he was in bed and sound asleep by ten.  We had a meeting at the nursing home about his mother’s care in the afternoon.  After finding out the nursing home had his mother on a full code, we talked to them about putting a DNR on her.  This was not an easy decision.  We’re both certain that she wouldn’t want to have special measures taken to revive her at this point.  We’d discussed this amongst ourselves for years.  It’s a quality of life thing.  She’s barely there mentally now.  She knew all too well how important quality of life is and she, loving her independence as she did, would be rather pissed if any other decision were made and her life prolonged at this stage.

     Yesterday was the third anniversary of my mother’s death.  It was not a happy day in this house.  The day kept reminding me that all of my immediate family is gone.  I do thank my lucky stars that I have aunts and cousins that love me and keep in touch.