Just like the creek, so is life, and so is my life. Leonard gets worse with each passing day but he's also the toughest man in the world, I think. He's tough, he's going to give this thing all he has and then some. Now and then he gets dressed and goes out to his workshop where he dreams of his days of being the kingpin in his own world. He might even tinker with something but then he barely makes it back to the house and that's it for the day.
My girls are so supportive, Brenda pays to have our lawn taken care of and Amanda talks to me by video every day, Cathy and Perry come down to do some of the overwhelming stuff when they can. My sister and I talk and laugh and keep each other sane and my few precious friends and blogging friends are bright stars in my world.
My life begins to take on a new look with me being the one who does everything. I try to find time for myself and savor that time. Meals are a nightmare. Things that sound good to him aren't and then he feels like something else - usually I have to run to the store and find, and maybe that won't taste good either. I pray that our checkbook holds together through all this. And I try to eat well but I forget sometimes with everything else. It's not all bad, sometimes the freedom of being in charge is very heady.
Cathy is recovering from her surgery on Friday. After two nights in the hospital she's so thankful to be home where she can get some rest. I hope to go up to Billings probably on Thursday to see her. A mother has to see these things with her own eyes, doesn't she.
To you and your changing life, with love, Diane