A look back to two years ago. Sometimes we need the perspective of the rear-view image to put the present in better focus. How far we have come. (Photo from our earlier, healthier days.)
Preoccupation with my own woes blinded me to my husband’s suffering, which culminated in a heart attack on Saturday night. We are shell-shocked.
“That’s what happens to caregivers,” a callous nurse commented. Am I supposed to feel guilty?
Unable to either drive myself, or push my own wheelchair, I am reliant on the goodwill of others to get me to the hospital, although even then, my body’s limits scream: Halt!
I trust that my husband is in good hands, and getting the help he needs. Meanwhile, I am home, alone, processing a gamut of emotions and what if’s.
This is not his first heart attack. The first was silent, and according to the specialists, all but fatal. It caused sufficient damage to have us all on edge. Thank God I saw the signs and called 9-1-1 this time around. The hospital said they will not release him until either medications…
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Amidst such crisis. you,made time to read my blog. Thank you and I hope my words serve you well.
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In isolation, it is comforting to be able to connect with others via the blogging world. It has been such a great resource of strength for me.
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Glad you both came through the crises. Glad you got the RV. Glad I got to have lunch with you in Buda TX.
Here’s to couples taking care of one another and rolling onward together.
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Amen to that. Life turns corners, thank goodness.
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