Good Friday, everyone!
Seems as if it has been forever since I have been able to communicate what has been happening Inside My Mind.
The past couple of weeks have been a whir of active inactivity. I spent five days back in Regional Hospital and went through three visits to the Emergency Room – twice to Regional and once to Sullivan Community.
Tuesday this week I received the word from my lung doctor, Ajay Deshpande.
If the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease – chronic bronchitis – continues on its current course it may run that journey within the next months.
All the repeated trips to the ER, the long-term hospital stays and constant pneumonia attacks were zapping not only my energy, but the life from my body.
The doctor said the best direction at this time was to prepare and go to hospice – at home – not a facility. My chances were better being able to stay home than repeatedly having to call 911 and run to the ER for admittance.
The risk is at an all-point high that I will continue to be afflicted by pneumonia, which is what is – to be blunt – killing me.
I have communicated with my family.
I am at peace and content, come what may. I am ready to go home.
That does not mean that it has not been depressing and a heavy weight.
On the good side, as my nurse, Tabitha, told me – instead of calling for an ambulance and running to the hospital, they, Heart to Heart Hospice, bring the hospital to me in Mark’s Den.
My sons, my daughters-in-law and my adorable three granddaughters will all be here together on Sunday, June 11, for the first get together we have had in four years. This had already been planned.
There will be good days.
There will be bad days.
I appreciate all your thoughts and prayers.
That’s the way it is this sunny day in the Cornfield.
And how is your Friday going?