I want a room with a view!
A beautiful view that shows green grass, sunshine & white fluffy clouds just like below. I want a bird feeder outside my window and to hear the birds sing their beautiful songs. And if you were really my friend, please remember my smokes. (These day's, I can't live without them.) And please make sure it's pet friendly so that Lily & Muffin can stay with me.
Life has gotten tough once again here at our house. I just know that possibly, any minute now, the men in the white coat's are going to be ringing my musical door bell. I should change the tune on it to something large and in charge so I know it's them. I think I'm ready to be taken away.
My dear sweet hubby Rolf will be having surgery Monday morning. We saw the Surgeon yesterday and the hernia has to be fixed. Unfortunately because the hernia is quite large and rearing its ugly head, it will require the "BIG CUT." It also has to do with his insides not being completely healed from September they can't risk it with the "small cuts." They are going to go in through his newest scar from the kidney surgery. Six weeks minimum recovery.
Rolf is so upset over this whole thing. Just when the weather was starting to get nice here, all his plans are going down the drain. Planting the little seedlings in the garden, going to the Strawberry Festival, baseball games and things like going to Disney. I think he's more upset because he is very helpful with my Dad and does lot's of things with him. He's worried that since he won't be able to help right now, I'll go crazy.
Florida is a great place to recuperate I keep telling him. Lot's of sunshine to help him heal, NO snow, NO cold, we can all sit outside and enjoy the garden and the birds. Our house here is one floor, NO stairs to climb. Friends can pop over on their golf carts to visit him. He has lot's of friends here! We are trying really hard to break through his worry.
He's going to be just fine, I'm sure of that. But I know how heavy this is weighing him down. Being so sick in September really put life into perspective.
We are also extremely upset about our baby Lily Belle. We received a call 2 nights ago from our Vet. They have been running all kinds of tests on her urine. Lily has been diagnosed with Kidney Disease. We heard that and our hearts broke! Not our baby, not our girl, not our little love bug, not this little girl who fills our hearts with love........
Unfortunately it is something we have to deal with and it's killing all of us. From what we were told, normal urine tests at around .2 (that's point 2). Lily is a 4. NOT a point 4, but a 4. She's been that way since last year and they have been keeping an eye on her. It's now to the point that something has to be done. She started her first dose of Benazepril last night. She will take it for 30 days and then be retested. The Vet mentioned a liver biopsy. We cried.
I'm trying to remain positive throughout it all. I admit, it's hard! I've always been the strong one. I have always been the one to carry the burden in life, so my family didn't have to. I've always said "don't panic until I tell you to panic. When I tell you to panic then it's time to worry." As I get older, it's not that easy any more. Most days are hard enough with G-Pa Bob. His heart failure, his daily seizures, his falling down, having to constantly sit and watch him so he doesn't get hurt or wander off.
I find myself struggling more and more every day to hold together this thing called "life." Hard to have that carefree attitude that would kick in and say "oh well!" Hard to say "I'll just deal with it as it happens." Those days are over with.
Life is HERE. Life is NOW. I just need to somehow find my new inner strength to deal with it all before the men ring my door bell.
If they get here first, please remember I want a room with a view!