Home Again.. Home Again...

I can't express how good it is to be going home finally. I just got visited by Lorris who is the nurse practitioner for Dr. Pernecle (the heart doctor). Looks like I need to check my blood pressure very frequently for the next 3 week and keep a log for the doctor - and they will be working on a follow-up consult with the clinic in Alabama as soon as possible as well to try to get the endocrine adjustments fine tuned. In the mean time, I'm supposed to avoid stress and take it easy for a week or two-so that they can get the baseline stabilized and will have something to work from. They're working on getting me a wheeled walker, and I'll be expected to take it to the mall or Wal-Mart and use it. In addition, they think that my body will be able to self regulate it's temperature in another week or so. So I shouldn't be soaked in sweat when the room temperature is only 62 degrees Fahrenheit. Meanwhile, I will be looking for the consult and appointment information from the clinic in Alabama and hopefully we will finally be getting in :) Overall life is looking good this morning.

About My Wife

No matter what you do, somebody supports you in the foreground or background. In my case, I am tremendously appreciative of the support network the Lord has assembled for me - it is truly amazing. But the lynch pin is my wife who encourages and assists, and cares for me in ways unthinkable to most people. If you think your wife loves you ask yourself what she would do if she was given a choice to pull the plug on your ventilator and claim your insurance, or leave you plugged in and run the risk you will survive - but as a vegetable. Especially when she is very pretty, and easily passes for a woman 10-15 years her junior.

Then ask yourself if you survived, but had a wound ½ an inch above your anus which went all the way to your spine - would she help you clean it to ensure it did not become infected after each trip to the bathroom? Would she clean the wound and repack it 3 or more times a day for you? Would she take you home to die when you could no longer endure the hospital knowing you would likely not survive 2 weeks - even with full time home-health, and you were unable to even walk to the bathroom on your own, clean yourself afterword, feed yourself, or hold a cup or utensil?

Would she still look lovingly at you when you are bloated and crippled, as though she were looking through your physical form and into your soul? Would she give you another child - knowing that the future for you was far from certain and the prognosis bleak? If you can answer yes to all those questions then your wife really loves you, if you answered no - then I will be praying for you. True love is a rare thing - and though all that is mortal has blemish, with true love there is purity in the places that most matter.

She has kept me encouraged and guided my recovery. She has been my friend, my confidant, my assistant. When I could not see, she read and typed email replies to co-workers for me - until my eyes healed from the radiation. She reminds me to eat and check my blood sugar, ensures that I keep insulin and other medications when we leave the house, and watches out for symptoms which indicate I am wilting. Without her, I would not be here today - if I was a withered plant then her care, love, and attention were Miracle-Gro. For her, I am still working very hard to continue beating the odds and improving my condition.