|English: Roller coaster in Xetululu, Guatemala (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
We sit at the top of the climb for awhile. It might be hours and it might be days.
Then we can quickly roar down; all the way down to the bottom. He might sleep all day. He might cough all day. He might not breathe good. He may not eat at all. Maybe he won't bear any weight now. Maybe he will be continent, or not. He might be confused and he might ramble. He might talk a lot about dying. He might not sleep at all. These are NOT the good times. This might last for half a day or many days. We can't predict.
And then we start the climb back up to the top....chug, chug, chug. We hold on tight to the safety bar. We don't want to fall out when we are whizzing all the way to the bottom or taking the sharp twists and turns. We scream, we laugh, we cry. But we are hanging on tight!