Finally, a few moments of quiet. Husband was in the hospital for a bit over a week, coming home on the 9th day. They could find no cause for his agitation and inability to sleep other than Hypoxia. Too much time on the deck with cigarettes and no oxygen, methinks. Long story short – he came home after obtaining the services of Hospice – my requirement. Life will go on now, with their assistance. We have had a flurry of visits from Hospice members, and I have found each and every one of them to be very helpful and friendly.
It has been a trying period of time, as have been other times and will be more times. We will laze in the sun when that opportunity arises, we will watch the birds from our windows or the deck, we will work through the troubled times. We will squeeze as much pleasure and joy out of our life as we can, while we can. We – or I – hope the Hospice social worker can help husband work through his devils and find peace.
Those saviors have taken time to come visit with husband, to pick up needed items from town for us, take my ailing van to the mechanic and return it a few hundred dollars later – with my gratitude for all of their help and my relief that I know the van is safe to drive. It is aging, as are all of us.
In these sunset years of our lives, we will strive for calm. We have had a few instances of raised voices, impatience and frustration these past two days, trying to take care of things that are not functioning properly and find our niche in our altered lives.
We will find enough.