struggling

by Bella Rum

No, ma’am. I cannot shake this awful thing that holds me in its grip. I landed back in the hospital yesterday, received another script, breathing treatment, tests to make sure there are no blood clots in my lungs, etc. They found that the infection (pneumonia) is improving, but I don’t feel better. Why? They don’t know; I don’t know. I am loath to harangue you with such things, but that’s my story, Morning Glory.

I do a little something towards making Christmas each day. Christmas doesn’t just happen. It must be made, but you already know this. I mailed a few cards and wrapped the kids’ presents. H will do the food shopping for me. I’m not sure how much cooking I’ll manage, but I’ll do a little. My DIL is a terrific cook and doesn’t mind skittering around my kitchen.

When I tell you that things are good, I mean it. Things are more than good, they are grand. Barring the odd ear infection or persistent cough from this one or that one, we are all healthy. We can touch base with each other and have reasonable expectation of seeing one another soon. While there are no guarantees, there seems  no downside to hoping for many years of the same. And big news! The littlest one took her first step in our house a few weeks ago. This is the first grandchild to do so because we’ve always lived so far apart. The other two took their first steps far away from us.

For those who’ve lost so much, this is not an easy season. As we all struggle for perspective, I wish you and yours a healthy, happy and safe holiday season.

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