Thread by @homemadeguitars

So. She was desperate. She wanted to get up.
"Let me up."
"I don't know how, sweetheart. Your body is so broken. I don't know how."
"Let me up."
Morphine. Lorazepam.
"Let me up."
"I would, sweetheart. I don't know how."
"Let me up."
Morphine. Lorazepam. Benadryl.
"Let me up."

2. I asked her to let it go. Let her broken body go, fly away.
"Let me up."
"Sweetheart, I don't know how. Leave your body. Let your spirit get up without it. Fly, fly from here."
"Let me up."
"Speak to them on the other side. Ask them to let you up."
"You let me up."
"I don't...

3. ...know how."
Morphine. Lorazepam.
"Let me up."
Caress her face. Talk about what a success she is, how she has walked this whole road, reached this pinnacle...
"Let me up."
I turned her on her side. Knees toward me.
She moved her legs. Edge of the bed.
"Let me up."

4. "Rhonda. Move the chair in. Get ready."
"She can't stand, Jeff!"
"I can hold her weight."
Pull her knees to me. Swing her feet towards the ground, raise her to sitting."
"Let me up."
"Put your arms around my neck."
Arms float in space... Pull gently, wrap them around.

5. Get my arms around her. Move us together, in unison, stand, turn -
"Oh! Oohhh!"
"Sit. Relax. Back. Sit."
Giant long windy fart. Belch, belch belch.
Belching got hard to almost impossible days ago.
Sit her down.
Water runs, long stream, ends, drip, drip.

6. "Put your arms around my neck, Sweetheart."
Rhonda arranges the pads and covers.
"Now, Honey."
"Oohhh! Oh! No! No!"
"Rhonda, catch her head!"
Seated on the bed.
I raise her legs up, Rhonda cradles her head, I lift her into place.
Asleep.