Posts tagged ‘illness’
Today my third oldest daughter graduated with her masters degree from the University of Phoenix. Because the college has branches all over the place, she chose to walk in Baton Rouge, just one hour from my sister’s house. How sweet is that, to have her big day far from her classmates so that I could spend time with my sister? I have great kids. It was a crazy day, 850 graduates each of which had about 5 family members in attendance. It took forever to get through everyone, but Pap and I sure are proud of her.
Since my last post Baby Preslie has begun to eat, but still weighs only 12 pounds at 6 months old. She’s the cutest little Tinker Belle baby, big blue eyes, a pair of dimples. The doctor is not worried about her lack of progress in the outward development stage. She can roll from her back to her stomach and that is it. Apparently, all her energy is dedicated to developing that digest system, lungs and other internal organs. I don’t wish premature babies on anyone. But as regards Pres…all is well. She’s growing and thriving, just slowly.
Pap had a minor heart attack on Easter Sunday brought about because of a blocked artery. He had new stints put in and is back in physical therapy. That caused some havoc around the old homestead, so I still don’t have my business plan finished so I can go to the bank. Grrr…I’m not mad at him, but sheesh, I’d just like to catch a break once in a while. I’m sure he would too.
Rehearsals for the “spring” play are now rehearsals for the “summer” play, because in addition to Pap’s set back (he plays Grover in this production) we lost our director, Alice. Alice is one of those people that make the world a better place. She is lovely, kind and has the greatest sense of humor. Right now she has both a tumor and a lesion on her liver. We’re so worried about her. While she waits for test results and some kind of news on what the doctors are planning to do about this illness, she gets weaker and weaker. Pray for her please.
If not for this brave new world’s medical advances, my husband would have died several years ago. Diabetic with vascular disease, without a quadruple bi-pass and stints, he wouldn’t be alive. But the doctors can’t do it all, he has to take some responsibility himself. A bucket full of pills and a very limited diet are necessary to keep him above ground. Which brings up the issue of Quality of Life.
He’s a foodie. He sells it, cooks it, eats it and uses it as the center of his entertainment. He did really well keeping his weight down for awhile, but now, at least from outside appearances, he has given up. 256 and climbing, 60 pounds over his doctors recommended maximum. For him, maintaining a quality of life means not amending the list of foods he loves.
I wonder sometimes what my issue might be. I’m blessed with excellent health and relatively few bad habits. Right now with eight grand kids and one more on the way, I imagine I’d give up anything for one more day watching them grow. I can’t imagine anything that would be worth more to me then seeing them graduating from college, getting married, and having kids of their own. Stop writing? Sure…if it gives me one more game of tag with Makenna, one more sewing lesson with Briauna, one more afternoon rocking Preslie. Eat only bread and water? Sure…if I get one more story with Ayla, one more puzzle with Juliette and one more chance to plant flowers with Brendolyn. There just isn’t anything more important to my quality of life than watching Aubree build her music career, and seeing who Austin will date next.
Maybe it’s a woman thing.