I started this blog in 2012. At that time, we were both miserable. The past three years had torn our lives apart. Little did we know, life was about to hit us in the face.
After Barry’s stroke, we had a small repreive.In that time, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Chemo and radiation began.During this time, we were able to catch up with life.
The month of August were quiet until Barry passed out in the living room. He spent a few days at the local hospital and was transferred to north Atlanta. That glorious trip lead to 5 months in the hospital.
I almost lost my husband a second time. I am exploring the bible and learning more about being a Christain. Barry knows he is saved. He is happy with his Christainity, so I quit worrying about his salvation.I know we will see each other again some day.
I do not remember any of this, I ended up running around our apartment complex at 3am, confused without a clue. To this date, I still do not remember a thing. I cringe when I think of the police being called on me. The hospital had to figure out who I was and locate my sweet hubby. Blood clots and all.
We took a trip to the Cleveland Clinic. I do not understand why we went, but we had hope that we may get some answers. NOT……..
I experienced another episode the first of last year (April). I ended up with a medication combo that did not go well. Woke me up.
While discussing my health, decided to do things to lessen my chances of tumors forming. I had a double mastectomy in October. Here we sit in January 2019. The Seroma I developed has healed. Barry is happy and healthy.
All healed up and home together, I sit here reminiscing about the past 10 years. We are still here! We are alive and love the Good Lord!
““Oh frabjous day!” she giggled”
(wĭd′ər-shĭnz′) or with·er·shins (wĭth′-)