So, I told you it was coming, and sure enough, it did. No, I am not referring to Hurricane Irene. (Which, oddly enough, I did not predict.) I refer to my husband getting kicked out of rehab. Cardio rehab. They like to call it Graduation Day. We like to call it: all insurance will cover. …
So, when last I left you, I was flying down the interstate at upwards of 80 mph, praying out loud, while my dear husband, the Big Bison, was riding in the ambulance that was making a path for us. We were en route to the hospital, to get the BB’s ticker checked out. If you …
I guess I’m finally ready to tell this story. I wanted to wait to see how it was going to turn out before I told it, but really, do we ever REALLY know how “it” is going to “turn out”? When a story says, “and they lived happily ever after”, c’mon. Did they, really? Well…maybe …
Home from the hospital! Home from my husband’s bypass surgery. I don’t even know what to say! God is good: how’s that? I don’t know why, thus far, we have been granted mercy. But one week after my dear Big Bison of a husband had a heart attack out in our “yard”, and three days …
Aslan isn’t the only one. Or, to mix a metaphor, something I have NEVER been shy about doing, Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride Rolls On. I don’t think I’m ready to recount the whole tale yet, but I want to record it all, truly, I do, in its entirety. Suffice it to say that on Wednesday, …
My dear husband had a heart attack. I can’t even believe it as I am writing it. I’m not going to try to dress things up, or find just the right way to say it. Plain and simple, on Monday evening at dinner time, while the chicken was roasting, he told me he thought I …