Greg and I are working with a lawyer to sort out enduring power of attorneyfor my future property and finances and also for my personal care and welfare.As we were driving to an appointment, I had this thought.
When we get married, we pledge to love each other in sickness and in health right?I realised that what we were about to sign was beyond simple pledge. Thisdocument says that I trust Greg to make all the right decisions he will need towith my best interests in mind. Similarly, he will ensure that my bills arepaid and I always have a place to rest my head.
I am so sad that we need to do this for both our sakes but I can now saywithout hesitation that I could not be leaving myself in better hands. Youdon’t know the answers to the questions of life until you arrive at the placewhere you need to put them into words. The question I asked myself was “Do Itrust my husband to do …?” And the answer was YES.
So much of this journey is completely surreal to me. I know what ishappening to me, I also know what is coming and yet right now I am feeling OK.
I also wonder if my version of “OK” has moved along with any decline thus far.In other words, is my version of OK actually a watered-down version of whatused to be my version of OK? It’s like one of those never-ending spirals, isn’tit?
Either way it’s been a great day - I finished off four pretty windows at theop shop, walked a dog and planted lavender. . Not too shabby :-)