This is the Sam Hawkins heart Santa. It's a Christmas gift for a delightful young couple who married earlier this month.
Just the two Christmas teddies to finish up now, and then I can start on my February ornaments.
I'm feeling very sad today, so it's been good to have something to work on to take my mind off my troubles. My Dad's doctor rang today to tell me that his renal function is now severely impaired. He is 90 (though he believes that he has turned 100, and there is no dissuading him from this delusion), and has had chronic renal failure and severe heart failure for many years, so it didn't come as a total surprise. My Dad also has dementia, and has been in an aged care facility for the past 3 years. His quality of life is not great, and I know he is tired of the struggle to keep going. His lips are purple all the time, and he is breathless on the slightest exertion, though he still manages to walk short distances. He is so very weary. I am his guardian, and today I signed the papers authorising palliative care only, and no aggressive medical treatment for his renal and cardiac failure. I know this decision is the right one for my Dad, and I have the support of my five siblings and assorted adult nieces, nephews and cousins, and my Dad's doctor. But that doesn't make me feel any better about making it, and signing those papers. Sometimes logic just doesn't help. So I've had no sleep at all, and my mind is running wild. I hope it settles down soon.