This is Jeanne's friend, Gretchen, sitting by Jeanne's bedside waiting for hospice to call us back. That's how it works. But there's no evidence it's working yet. Jeanne for lack of words has asked me to write to you about her condition at this time. Inert would be the gist of it. Her appearance is that of a skeleton of the former Jeanne, weak, tired, sad, and very thin. Beneath that, she is still amazingly herself despite operating on an extremely limited supply of energy.
By herself, in my opinion, I mean that Jeanne is still whip-smart, spunky and engaging; just a muted tone of her former rich color.
My observation at this point is that Jeanne is no longer able to be the captain of the ship. This is a significant change and a hard one to palate. But I think she is in agreement that the time has come for someone, anyone, everyone to keep an eye out for her. I needed to be a bit insistent that she eat some food. Anyone who visits, please do the same. A little energy may make a big difference in her quality of life at this point.
Jeanne says her depression has lifted a bit. For what reason, she's not sure. I would like to see Jeanne get up and out of her bed as much as possible and that only happens with a little gentle pressure.
In closing, I encourage you to reach out and say hello. She is still here and able to read your comments. We will check in again.