Rocky just spent another two nights in the hospital. He couldn't get his breath and this time had chest pains. So we called 911 and off he went. Because of my limitations, being on oxygen and still using a cane, I did not go with him. My intuition said his chest pains were indigestion, and so they turned out to be, thank heavens. He was admitted and steroids were given him intravenously until his breathing could be controlled. He was discharged yesterday, and seems to be doing well although he is short-winded. He says this trip was a "reality check" and he realizes he will have to use oxygen for the rest of his life. He is being much more religious about using it in the short time he's been home.
As Kurt Vonnegut used to write in his early books, "And so it goes." Our life is changing, but some of our joys remain the same, the birds, their songs, the woods, and the life it harbors.
We pray that we can stay here just as long as possible.
Tonight we are expecting our two grandchildren from Lynchburg, so I must go and await. They'll be here any minute!
