She plunges the needle into my stomach as I hold it pinched between my fingers — my morning insulin injection.
On the other side of the table lies my red cap, partly hidden by two sauce bottles.
Salt and pepper shakers, both white, need to be cleared away.
I get out of my chair and switch on ABC News.
Another day begins.
My husband Andrew, who began this blog in July 2011, died peacefully on September 3rd 2012, at the age of 83, following a sudden brief decline after long-term chronic illness. As I go through his notebooks, I come across pieces of writing which I'd like to share here. I'll date them when written, as far as I can ascertain (not all his scribblings are dated). At some point this blog will become an archive, without further additions. — Rosemary Nissen-Wade