It crossed my mind today that perhaps I neglected to tell all my Sandy Chatter readers why I haven’t written many blog posts in the past few months—I was careful enough to tell you all about my partner Bob’s passing in 2011 and try to keep readers updated on these and other events in my life.
But I don’t think I wrote to explain how I became suddenly very ill in January and was taken to the hospital by ambulance. I spent two weeks in the hospital; the first week I was completely “out of it” – I knew I was in the hospital and my doctor told me several times that my kidneys had been failing. During the second week I became more aware of everything going on around me. My youngest son and daughter in law were at the hospital every day; I received five floral arrangements. Afterwards, I became aware that my family probably thought I was going to die.
Gradually, I began to recover and after two weeks, was released from the hospital. To this day, I have no idea what caused the problem with my kidneys.
Recovery was slow, however. A hospital bed had taken over my dining room and an older son came from South Dakota to take care of me. My dining room furniture had been moved to the garage—consequently, my car had to be parked in the drive way.
After two months, I began to take back my life. I don’t remember, however, exactly when I returned to my computer to make the effort to let family and friends know what had happened. After Steve went back to his home in South Dakota, I slowly began to take back my life. It wasn’t that easy. For one thing, my balance has been off for over a month and one of my doctors diagnosed it as vertigo. I have fallen down four times—I am usually trying to step up a curb and down I go—never a hard fall, just a kind of slowly body meeting cement pavement. I have begun using my sister-in-law Bunny’s cane—I’ve found I need something to hold onto when the going gets tough.
What has been more difficult, though, has been forgetting words or sentences—usually it comes back to me especially if a friend or family member gives me a prompt. It’s just in the past few weeks that I have begun to feel I am getting back my life – for that is pretty much what I lost for a while. Two thousand and fourteen got off to a rocky start—not just with me. My daughter in law’s mother had a heart attack—and my sons’ stepmother by marriage had a stroke—all on the same day I went into the hospital. (both women have recuperated).
Friends of mine encountered extreme difficulty trying to get back to their home in Oregon, after their long annual vacation in Arizona with other retiree friends—the husband became very sick until he could no longer drive their RV. His wife, one of my penpals since 1974 had to take over driving their RV home the last five hundred miles of their journey. By the time they reached their home they were both very sick with the flu.
It was a relief that I couldn’t keep my plans to fly to Oregon in April—I was too sick to go and they were too sick to entertain me. The list goes on and on – but you get the picture.
I just wanted to let my Sandy Chatter friends know that I have a lot of ideas for future blog posts and have been trying to get these blog ideas onto paper and uploaded to my blog. Thank you for your continued support. Much as I love to travel, I decided I would spend the rest of this year close to home. – Sandy