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Cindy McQuillin
Jan. 15th, 2006 01:42 amI think I'd been holding my breath for at least a half a year. After having received the phone message from Dr James (left this afternoon, but I didn't get home from being out and about until the evening), I was saddened, but a bit relieved, too.
The last time I'd spoken with Cindy was a week or so ago. She was still at the skilled nursing facility she'd been transferred to in November, I think. She'd been moved there from the post-acute care place, then to the hospital, then back to the same skilled nursing.
In the last few months Cindy had been getting stronger and losing weight, which seemed like a healthy combo. She talked about moving to an apartment since she was apparently improving, with only the occasional set-back. We discussed music and singing and books and friendships. I could tell she was getting better because she was doing most of the talking in our last few conversations and I hoped she'd be able to get and stay well.
Guess it was not to be.
I'll be posting more later. I hadn't received the news earlier because I was spending time with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tennis_bear now that MacWorld was over and he'll be flying back to Philly tomorrow night. He went to bed a bit ago, so I'm only now able to string thoughts together.
As many of you know, last year was particularly tough for me. Although my dad passed away on July 4, the fall where he fractured his lower back that I believe led to his death occurred about a week after Cindy was taken to the hospital emergency room from the filk convention, Consonance (which I hadn't attended). So last March was a major bummer for me. And with Cindy gone now, it seems like a weird circle closing. I'm not sure that makes any sense and maybe I'll think of a better way to say it another time.
The last time I'd spoken with Cindy was a week or so ago. She was still at the skilled nursing facility she'd been transferred to in November, I think. She'd been moved there from the post-acute care place, then to the hospital, then back to the same skilled nursing.
In the last few months Cindy had been getting stronger and losing weight, which seemed like a healthy combo. She talked about moving to an apartment since she was apparently improving, with only the occasional set-back. We discussed music and singing and books and friendships. I could tell she was getting better because she was doing most of the talking in our last few conversations and I hoped she'd be able to get and stay well.
Guess it was not to be.
I'll be posting more later. I hadn't received the news earlier because I was spending time with
tennis_bear now that MacWorld was over and he'll be flying back to Philly tomorrow night. He went to bed a bit ago, so I'm only now able to string thoughts together.As many of you know, last year was particularly tough for me. Although my dad passed away on July 4, the fall where he fractured his lower back that I believe led to his death occurred about a week after Cindy was taken to the hospital emergency room from the filk convention, Consonance (which I hadn't attended). So last March was a major bummer for me. And with Cindy gone now, it seems like a weird circle closing. I'm not sure that makes any sense and maybe I'll think of a better way to say it another time.
