The last weeks have been cruel for Jim and heartbreaking for me. Jim yet is sufficiently aware that he knows when he can't do something he used to do. There has been a lot of that lately: adjusting thermostat, telling time, playing chess, turning on the sound system, finding clothes, taking a shower... Jim is sad and depressed over these losses, bereft, in fact.
We are going on that Alaska cruise this summer no matter what but I am niggled by worries as to Jim's status in mid-July. The current loss of ability seemed abrupt.
And, I, I am not as kind as I should be and it doesn't help that I am hobbling still. The Boot is yet on the foot but I hope to be shedding it in another week or two. I've gotten used to wearing only one shoe.
On the upside, at end of April we had a great visit with Nancy who flew out from Brooklyn for a long weekend. Finest kind to have her with us. Plus, we played word games and I let Nancy win (um, smile). Went up to Oakland for lunch with Jack and Carol -- Nancy and Jack have been our dearest friends for 47 years!
I am feeling vulnerable ... this broken-ankle debacle has worn me down and downest.
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