I wish that I had a photo of something to post, but alas my computer is in sick bay, again.Today is cause for celebration being that it's Stacy's first anniversary of her kidney transplant. On Sunday afternoon mom, Stacy, and I went to see Cirque Dreams Illumination which is a traveling performance of students of Cirque. Students? Perfection magnifico!
Eleven days ago was one of the worst days in my life. My man, my rock, my sanity, my companion, my love, suffered a small stroke that was doable, some speech slurring. He was able to walk into the ER at 9am. At 3pm he had a severe stroke and is now paralyzed on his left side, no speech, and not much life. But he is reponsive. His three sons arrived within 24 hours and we started to prepare ourselves to have Palliative Care help us through the end. But Roger kept giving us thumbs up that he wanted to fight. He indicated that he wasn't ready to give up. A feeding tube procedure was done last Friday, yep, can't swallow either, and on Monday he was moved from the hospital to a transitional rehab center. The prognosis continues to be unfavorable.
We had gone to Redondo Beach to stay with my grandsons while my daughter and SIL were in Norway celebrating their 10th anniversary. I don't know any of my neighbors but my daughter lives in one of the best neighborhoods ever. Two neighbors came to my rescue and stayed with mom and Stacy and took care of the boys. I came home on Sat. to take care of numerous things and will return to Redondo Beach on Friday. Driving freeways isn't something I'm crazy about, but I know longer have anyone to do the driving.
I'm devasted . . . .