|Last Friday, the Brystkraft FB-group lit|
candles for Anja in a little church in
Kleinkirchheim on their group trip
to Austria. (Photo: Lill Thommesen)
Anja had a waken evening. We talked about little things. Read the comments from the blog and Facebook, and she tells a little about who is who and what. It is touching how many lights are lit for her out there, and we drown in hearts and hugs.
It is not only easy to give Anja a hug. Not from so many people. And not so big hugs as many write about. She wants to be scratched on the shoulders and legs. See, that is something no one writes about!
Today Anja stopped eating solid food. She tried a little tomato soup, very little. But she ate a popsicle. But it had to be peeled of its frozen chocolate topping first.
Yesterday the man was commanded to drop by at home. Hannah has become a big girl, and mom came to think of a nice gold ring Hannah had to get right away, a small one that may suit already.
Mother had put it on the ring finger of her only daughter. Maybe it does not sit properly yet. But on the middle finger, thought Hannah loud. There it fit well.
On the whole, our oldest child has become a lot more responsible and considerate in recent weeks, especially in recent days. Mature. Much use of voice, but suddenly easier to get response when we ask her to save her voice and our ears.
And those that used to be cat and dog, have been sister and brother to a greater extent. It's good to hear for a mother who worries about what will happen when she can not be there and speak up.
It is less than two years between the girl and our oldest boy. He is the quiet and contemplative type. He has the ability to be happy and joking between serious moments.
He is of the opinion that he will not deal with the inevitable. His focus is that there must be a way out, a solution. He is angry, but keeps his integrity. He just wants to be heard, and then he moves on.
Now it was time for him to come home, he found out. With the help of our wonderful neighbors it was possible too. He came from a tent camp on the other side of the country to a makeshift dormitory at the hospital. He needs a day or two at home to let reconciliation sink in.
And Anja still takes each day as it comes, so she almost always ends a blog post. It has no other meaning now, even though everything is all about medicine, relief, sleeping, long-long dozes, obvious steps closer to a blessed end.
It is not for nothing the priest reads at the baptism and burial, "God bless your coming in and your going out." The going out is already blessed. One lives as well as a lifetime before one can come to terms with the blessing. And when it comes, then Anja takes it aswell.