Rough Summer

It has been a rough summer. My mother-in-love went into hospice and passed away from pancreatic cancer on June 26, and our kids (there are six of them plus spouses and children) came home Memorial Day weekend for final visits as well as the 4th of July weekend for the funeral. A houseful of family is fun and cheers me up, but it also throws me off my routine and things do not get done.

My mother was hospitalized for a week with pneumonia and has been unable to return to her assisted living apartment, instead going into the skilled nursing wing at University Place. She has needed me for emotional support and so I have been going to visit her daily for an hour or more.

Lisa has been ill all summer, having had nine doctors' visits. At the last one, she was told she may need surgery on her ear. Then, last night she became ill again, passed out in the bathroom, and hit her head as she fell, leaving a large goose egg on her forehead. Poor girl!

Finally,  I am having a spinal fusion this week.  I have two collapsed discs which has allowed the vertebrae to press on the nerve running down the front of my right leg. That's caused the leg to be numb and very weak, and I have lost much of its strength and function. It has gotten weaker and weaker at an alarming rate, and I do not want to end up in a wheel chair.

I hope to be more regular again in my blogging post-op, but I won't be able to drive out to visit Abby for a few weeks. I am going to miss her so much!

So, if you are wondering why I am not writing, now you have the explanation.

The Summer of '16 has been the worst summer I have ever experienced.