I'm spending the day sitting in the recliner. Again. With my vicodin of course.
Dick has been bustling around stacking wood, shopping, etc. I'm sitting in this chair. Whoopee. But I'm not feeling sorry for myself because I think I've turned a corner - this is the first day that I have felt better since July 20, so that's very positive.
Kids have sent roses - so beautiful. Thank goodness for the laptop - it's been my link to life, news, & friends. I haven't been able to concentrate on reading, which is usually quite a lifesaver...but this time it's just been too hard to get into a comfy reading position. I am much better today and I'm thinking I'll be terrific in another two weeks.
In another galaxy of medical expertise Kim has begun to respond to her drastic treatment. She has a massive number of cheerleaders on her side, and such a supportive family! Go platelets, go platelets!!
Everybody has someone to worry about - could be yourself, your spouse, a friend or a neighbor. The worst worry of all has to be your child of any age who is putting up such a fight for life and all you can do is be there. So Sniders, we're with you 100%- if all of the friends who are thinking of you were actually there, Mayo would have to add a new wing or two. And if Marie could only be there, she would get those doctors straightened out.
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