“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;” T. S. Eliot The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
The drip, drip of the IV — that’s how I measure out my life these days. It is my life and J’s life too that is draining away with each drop. I have told friends and family that I would take it a day at a time (later amended to a step at a time); in reality, the unit is no more than one drop of the trial medication at a time. As long as the drops continue, there is hope — not of a cure, only of more time borrowed. Today, I felt the threat that the drops may now stop.