Moonrise over our farm.
Dear friends and followers, once again (4th, time in 7 years) I was
headed for the great Unknown and yet again, it was my Darling
Daughter who recognised the signs. She was only here for a few
days before flying back to San Francisco and on to the Edinburgh
Festival.
DD is a lady of action, quickly donning her Guardian Angel hat,
drove her parents into the local hospital, where my husband was
admitted.
Ten years of the strain of looking after him as he sank deeper
and deeper into dementia, was yet again, taking it's toll on my
75 year old, rheumatic fever ravaged heart. I have two man-made
heart valves and now, the third one was refusing to co-operate.
My kidneys were shutting down, causing a massive build-up
of water, not only in the body, but the brain as well.
Impeded thought processes and pulsating vision, put a stop to
blogging as well as many other activities.
I had always hoped that I could look after my husband until he
no longer remembered us. Unfortunately, the disease was making
him physically aggressive again as well as very controlling
without any understanding of what he was doing.
The outcome of this tale of woe is that he will have to be
institutionalised and I am up for many blood tests and specialist
visits, with the hope of being returned to some sort of 'normalcy'
where I can still live alone without needing outside assistance.
Even in the darkest night, the moon still rises.
Thank you all so much who have looked in and sent me supportive
thoughts and prayers.
Each and every one has been greatly appreciated.
