Moving from Anchorage, AK to Gatesville, TX 2-1/2 years ago, I hadn't anticipated traveling the roads I've encountered during the past 3 months. A voice mail message from my Dad, "I'm really sick. I need help." And with that one phone call, the journey began.
Hospitals, Emergency Rooms, clinics; out-of-control diabetes, insulin, glucose levels; EKGs, CAT scans, ultra sound; doctors, nurses; cardiologist, cath-lab, surgery, stents; Medicare, insurance, VA eligibility; home health care, assisted living; legal documents, bank account, Power of Attorney, Advance Directive, DNR orders; transportation, walker, cane, scooter, grab rails; confusion, memory loss, meetings with funeral homes, discussions about memorial services. Exhaustion.
The fabric I used in my "Travel" quilt is filled with all kinds of dates and locaions that signify the extraordinary amont of time, effort, and coordination it takes to keep my Dad moving forward on his journey. The "Stitched-on-Air" sphere on the upper left side was inspired by an article by Nancy Green on page 32 of the October/November 2012 Quilting Arts Magazine. Quite often I feel like we're lost in outer-space; we're overwhelmed by the complexities of his health care. The most difficult, serious, and personal challenge for me as I travel this journey is dealing with my parent who doesn't believe in prayer, and who doubts that God exists. "Where are you going, Dad? "
|Front of "Where Are You Going, Dad?|
|Back of "Where Are You Going, Dad?"|
|Close up of "Stitching on Air" (Back of quilt)|