Jack needs extra oxygen. Twenty four hours a day a Concentrator huffs and puffs air Through a long blue tube which Connects to a clear plastic Cannula that hooks over his Ears and ends with tiny Prongs that feed air into his Nostrils. After months of being attached to His "umbilical chord" he's Adjusted to it. But today, dementia ruled. I noticed the plastic tubing dangling From his ears and nose attached to Nothing. Jack had severed the line with a Knife, and he was unaware that his Oxygen supply had been Cut off. I calmly connected a new cannula. I calmly stashed the knife away trying To hide my inner turmoil Wondering what his next "surprise" Might be. And I couldn't help but wonder how Often I've cut off communication with My Father, my lifeline, Without even realizing it. |