Continuation in The Common Room

Please read the previous entry first.

There are some pretty good days, when the meds are working and my rate is down. Of course, I'm tethered to the oxygen -- those small portable units are not for Medicare people - and that's a problem. I have gone, with husband, to the grocery once and to the pharmacy once. Totally wiped out afterwward. Twice we've had enough oxygen after a doctor's visit to eat out at the salad bar between his office and home. Glorious, that.

Willing or unwilling, I am here and doing the best I can with what I have. Daughters returned to their own lives sometime near the end of April, when I could dress and shower by myself.(although they drop by each week). I can cook a little and put things into the washer and dryer. I don't really look sick any more. See. Here I am on April 26

. I'll tell the story that goes with it later, perhaps.

Here I am today. Actually, I'm wearing clothes that I haven't worn in a couple of years, cause not all the weight I've lost has been liquid. Also, it's amazing how much a bra inproves an old woman's appearance ( I still only wear one a few hours a day. The scars from the chest tubes are tender). Still, not bad for a week from my 75th birthday.

It's taken me all day to do this..

Again sometime... maybe