My life has been touched by serendipity these past few days. First, I came
across Mike's wonderful letter about
Pete on "our" day, New Year's Eve.
Yesterday, my all-classical music
station played "Rhapsody in Blue," Pete's
favorite piece of music. Then, today, my oldest son, Peter, was lined
up to
take me to an appointment with my
GP. This is one of very few, if any,
times
that Peter has been available to
hoof me over to appointment.
Things
changed a bit yesterday, after yours truly
took a tumble in the living room. I
still do not know if I lost my balance
putting a glass of water (more serendipity - it was not coffee) on the coffee
table. In light of the tumble of my late night hot flashes, Elsa decided she
would take today off and go over with us.
She took her car and Peter took me in
his.
It meant the world to me to have
both of my children there. Elsa came in
with me while I was weighed, which
was a blessing, since I am wobbly on my
feet these days. Then she stayed with me for my consult with
Dr. Litt. He
checked over my chart and checked
out my legs.
Again, it was good to have Elsa there. To Dr. Litt, my legs were greatly improved
over my last visit when they were worse than they are
now. Elsa was able to tell him that
while they looked good to him, there had
been significant improvement since I started taking the higher dosage of
lasix and that they had gotten significantly worse over the past
week or so - about the same time frame as my increased shortness of breath.
Would you believe that I forgot to take a list of my symptoms? I thought I had, but it turned out to be the
list from my last visit.
Dr. Litt gave me two options - have
a lot of tests as an outpatient (which is what my heart wants) or be admitted
to Holy Redeemer Hospital for extensive inpatient testing. My head said yes before my heart had figured
out the question. Instead of heading back to hearth and home, I
headed up to Room 2038.
Elsa had to leave before Dr. Litt
could complete the arrangements, but Peter was there. He was everything a mother could ask for - a
rock and a comfort. I was blessed to have him
there.
Was it mere accident that lead him
to take me to my appointment today, instead of my usual chivalrous
chauffeur, Kent Hyatt? I think not.
I asked Elsa to post this for me. I
hope that I am sound asleep at HRH when this goes winging out to you. When I do not balk or feel panicked at being admitted to the hospital, you KNOW
that I am feeling weak. Only good things can come from this. Please hold me in your thoughts. Holding you all in my heart gives me strength and renewed
spirit.
Nite nite and God bless from Room
2038 - Peter's Mom
from Elsa - - I will happily print
out any e-mail greetings to Mom. I'll be taking the "wellness"
chain into her room. Bryn Athynites
who'd like to send a "snail mail" card or note should mail it to Box 165; all others can send to 450 Pheasant Run, Feasterville,
PA 19053. Starting tomorrow night, we'll have a message on our answering
machine with the day's progress. Mom is
in good spirits - spunky but frail. We
took over the flowers that Karen sent at Christmas, which are still in pretty
good shape, and a stuffie that normally keeps guard on her night stand. *elm*
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