Feeling a little nostalgic today as Autumn seems to affect me like this.
Some lovely photos of Don and the girls one of them taken when they were teenagers and the others in their twenties - they are now both well into their thirties - its hard to credit all the time that has passed - but then only have to have a gander at my old licence photo to see that in that same time I have gone from being young to looking like someone else - who can she be the face in the mirror looking at me?
Good news re Melissa's husband - they unwrapped the stump of his leg and its healed nicely with no sign of infection at all and the doctor is very pleased with himself at the neat job he did...this makes it easier for them as sometimes they can look a bit rough. So now he goes to rehabilitation which will be good as there is too much time to think just lying in the hospital bed... and the quicker he gains as much independence the better for both of them. We have just got to hope and pray that the other leg stays healthy... he was doing all the right things re controlling his diabetes - but the arteries supplying blood to the leg became blocked with calcium and that was that...so hopefully the specialist will give him a plan as to how to avoid this in the future.
Its odd to think of my daughter in a similar situation as i was - although Don was much more disabled, Melissa will deal with the issue that the diabetes will have a great affect on his life quality - can't help but wish for her an easier time after what she has been through . Anyhow as long as they both pull together and are considerate of each other, both seeking to help the other in any way possible - thats what worked for Don and I. He did what he could do to make things easier for me and that attitude made me want to do the same for him. When you really love someone thats what you want to do. Not to say there weren't some beauty rows in our time together - but we always seemed to get it sorted - and as i had to sleep in the same room as him for his safety, somehow by the morning it seemed to heal.
So many women end up in separate rooms - usually starts out because the husband snores like a demon and then becomes all the time. But I always found it healing to sleep together after a fight even though you might huff and puff or be really angry - Melissa knows this and as long as he husband eases pressures off her that he can ease...they will be okay.
I don't know why our family seems to have such hits occurring over and over - not many make old bones amongst us - and I know whole families who still have multi generations of family all alive, all healthy and all living close. In my whole life the 1970's was the only decade when nothing too terrible happened...every other decade of my 5 plus seems to have had people injured badly, killed, die too young and we are all scattered to the four winds.
Yet still life is sweet and I am not complaining, just really thinking things through. Sometimes when I look at my husband's face, remembering what he went through and him still wanting desperately to live - I feel like I am not as strong as i could be. I admit quietly in here that I am absolutely terrified of something happening to the girls and am under no illusion that just because bad things have already happened they won't happen again. I don't constantly think like this and am usually really positive - just that tinge of autumn in the air doing its work...I haven't really had much time in the house of late to dwell on these things - and it doesn't hurt once in a while...maybe even good to take stock and understand and appreciate what i actually do have, rather than just blunder through life without any reflection on things around me.