Sunday, May 30, 2021

Home, home on the porch...


 

 And we are back from the hospital. Five days of nothing by mouth. Endoscopy, biopsies,  ultrasound endoscopy and more biopsies. Finally a liquid diet. The dog he missed every day. Our family. 

A diagnosis to make the blood run cold. 

He is still smiling. He wants us all to be ok. To be comfortable. 

Oh, Papa. You are loved.

Saturday, May 29, 2021

The times, they are a changin’...

 It is shocking how a day can change everything. An ordinary life lived with quiet joy. Children and grandchildren give us our happiness, our adventure. Peace and love. Then a bit of nausea. An ache too excruciating to be nothing. A trip to the emergency room. A CT scan revealing a dire diagnosis, the most dire. An ambulance trip to a larger hospital for more tests. More fear, more tears. More pain for my dear husband. We are still waiting for confirmation of the small hospital’s horrific diagnosis. I don’t think we will survive this. Either of us. He is my rock. I am going to have to take on that role. Somehow. I am a strong person. I will do this for him. 

I thought we would be together forever. We have had 50 years of good health. A good life. Just lucky, I guess.