Bonus Days Begin (December 12th)

We went on a 3N cruise from Long Beach that was an inaugural for the Carnival Panorama.  Connie didn't handle any part of it well.  As usual, she was a trooper, but she probably spent more time in bed than out of it.  We both lost weight.  On a cruise.  Let that sink in.

I kidded her earlier in the week, that I didn't want her going all Titanic on me.  Today, it happened.  She said she had to use the bathroom, but had no use of her legs.  I quasi carried her to the bathroom, but she couldn't hold herself up to get on the toilet.  Then, she did what she went into the bathroom for.

I got her cleaned up and carried to the couch where she gave one big inhale, then a groan.  She was gone.  Then, she came back.  It was a matter of 3-5 seconds at most.  You would think passing away at sea for a cruise addict would be romantic.  It was freaking terrifying.

We got her back into bed, and she went to sleep.  I didn't know if it was the end or just another chapter.  Having done this 3 previous times, I knew that a ship's doctor couldn't do anything.  She either needed to sleep, or she was going to pass.  If I called in the Doctor, she was going to get off loaded in Mexico.  She would NOT have been happy.  I texted my daughter.  We both made the decision to ride it out.

It was the right call in the end.  And so, every day from here forward, is a Bonus Day with my wife.