Checking In
It's been a long time since I last posted. Too long, really. However, I have been literally flying by the seat of my pants for quite some time, and I had to put my blog on hold. Now it is time for some much needed updates.
The last time I posted, my husband was in the hospital with a bad foot infection. His operation was successful, and he is healing nicely. I have been on the road most of the time since then taking him out of town for physical therapy sessions and various other doctor appointments. He cannot see well enough to drive himself to these appointments since his last eye operation in October. Thankfully, his vision continues to improve also, so we both feel that we have much to be thankful. Right now he can walk with the aid of a Frankenstein looking shoe, but soon he will be back to using "regular" shoes. By regular, I mean that he will have to have specialty shoes since he's diabetic, but at least it won't consist of a raised platform at the front of the shoe.
In late December, my mother had a major setback. She fell and was taken to the hospital. The x-rays revealed that she had pneumonia. She had to remain hospitalized for six days, but she was dismissed before Christmas. Last year we celebrated Christmas at a physical rehab center after she fell and badly injured herself. My mother was overjoyed to be able to enjoy Christmas at my sister's house this year. Since 2001, some member of my family has been hospitalized during or just prior to Christmas. Instead of dampening our spirits, I think it has helped us to appreciate the true values of Christmas. To an extent, I am reminded of the children's TV classic, The Grinch that Stole Christmas. In that famous Dr. Seuss tale, even though the bad old grinch took away the Whooville's Christmas presents, he couldn't steal their joy. I feel the same way about the obstacles my family has faced during the Yuletide season.
Now it is January, and there are new challenges on the horizon. My husband may have to have more surgery, but this surgery has nothing to do with his feet. He suffers from a hearing loss that may be improved through surgery. We shall have to wait and see.
Oh, just one more update. A couple of months ago, I mentioned that my newest dog was undergoing heartworm treatments. The treatment was costly and grueling (the dog had to be kept largely incapacitated), but she came through it with flying colors. We have a happy, healthy, thriving canine companion for our household.
On that last upbeat note, I would like to wish each of my readers a happy and prosperous New Year.
The last time I posted, my husband was in the hospital with a bad foot infection. His operation was successful, and he is healing nicely. I have been on the road most of the time since then taking him out of town for physical therapy sessions and various other doctor appointments. He cannot see well enough to drive himself to these appointments since his last eye operation in October. Thankfully, his vision continues to improve also, so we both feel that we have much to be thankful. Right now he can walk with the aid of a Frankenstein looking shoe, but soon he will be back to using "regular" shoes. By regular, I mean that he will have to have specialty shoes since he's diabetic, but at least it won't consist of a raised platform at the front of the shoe.
In late December, my mother had a major setback. She fell and was taken to the hospital. The x-rays revealed that she had pneumonia. She had to remain hospitalized for six days, but she was dismissed before Christmas. Last year we celebrated Christmas at a physical rehab center after she fell and badly injured herself. My mother was overjoyed to be able to enjoy Christmas at my sister's house this year. Since 2001, some member of my family has been hospitalized during or just prior to Christmas. Instead of dampening our spirits, I think it has helped us to appreciate the true values of Christmas. To an extent, I am reminded of the children's TV classic, The Grinch that Stole Christmas. In that famous Dr. Seuss tale, even though the bad old grinch took away the Whooville's Christmas presents, he couldn't steal their joy. I feel the same way about the obstacles my family has faced during the Yuletide season.
Now it is January, and there are new challenges on the horizon. My husband may have to have more surgery, but this surgery has nothing to do with his feet. He suffers from a hearing loss that may be improved through surgery. We shall have to wait and see.
Oh, just one more update. A couple of months ago, I mentioned that my newest dog was undergoing heartworm treatments. The treatment was costly and grueling (the dog had to be kept largely incapacitated), but she came through it with flying colors. We have a happy, healthy, thriving canine companion for our household.
On that last upbeat note, I would like to wish each of my readers a happy and prosperous New Year.
posted by sweetmagnolia @ 4:23 PM
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