Coffee spoons

Picture of Ground coffee spoon and brown coffee beans in the background.

 

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.  

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