It's been about a month since I wrote, so it's time to get up to date.
Deb has been seeing doctors as scheduled, including her surgeon this week. She was examined and everything seemed in order. Deb asked what she should be looking for as a tip things we're not right. Dr. C told her to look for physical changes or not feeling well. Hmm, that could cover a lot of ground.
So, the choice is being a hypochondriac or waiting too long and playing medical Russian Roulette (with apologies to Masha).
So OK, the theory of holding each day in your hand as you would cradle a baby bird, seems an appropriate simile. After being through the last fourteen months, both of us are clear on the concept that our life can change with a phone call or an exam. The trick is to savor each day, each person, each experience and even sunsets take on new meanings.
I guess in theory, each day is a gift, with no guarantees.
Deb and I planted a passel of flowers and stuff. It sure looks pretty in the back yard. Deb's energy level isn't the best, but she does a lot anyway.
Deb now is creeping toward fifty and I am sixty three. Holy Toledo!!!
There are still a lot of folks out there that could use a prayer or two, like us!
Hug each other and cherish the time you have.