Hi folks! I'm back. Time flies when you're (me) having fun doesn't it?
Of course my whole life now is devoted and spent taking care of Bill. He is stabilized now but he needs almost constant observation and care.
Once a week his hospice nurse calls (yesterday) and on alternate weeks she visits to check on Bill. She's very good, she cares. She checks Bill's blood pressure and asks all the right questions. She also makes sure we have all the medications and medical equipment we need, usually the same day.
Spring has sprung around here and my daily must do activities are ramping up. Right now I am awaiting a call for the delivery of thirty bags of cedar mulch. Me and the mulch company have been playing telephone tag for the last week trying to arrange a delivery date. Ironic since they're right up the road. I can almost walk there but I can't pick up thirty bags of heavy mulch.
Before spring has spring I has quite busy around Casa Tipton-Kelly with regular household maintenance. In years past I had Bill's help, he mowed the lawn, took care of all the handyman work, was able to shower himself (I have to help him shower every three days like this morning, he can't undress or dress himself or wash himself down). Now I'm doing everything he did, plus my regular chores and cooking for Bill, administering his medication, taking him for his daily ride, repeating myself at least three times when I try to communicate with him because of his profound hearing loss and cognitive decline. My good friend Pat who lives in a thirteenth floor luxury penthouse in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada asked me last week "What are you doing today?" He has no idea. Living in a thirteen floor penthouse in downtown Hamilton, he's not concerned with mulch deliveries, fixing that oil leak in the John Deere EZTrack riding mower, trying to start the leaf blower, cleaning the bird baths, mowing almost an acre of lawn every five days, etc., etc., etc. No idea bless his heart.
Every now and them I can grab a few minutes for myself like I am now and update my blog while I await the call from the mulch delivery guy. After the mulch delivery then we're off to BJ's Wholesale to get some more of those delicious anise flavored Belgian waffles that Bill has developed a fondness for.
As we transition into summer here at Casa Tipton-Kelly, I am thankful that I have been able to resume my daily afternoon naps. I need to naps to recharge myself. In a few sort months I'll be eighty years old. By this time in my life my father had a quadruple heart surgery in which they discovered me had lung cancer and he died eight months later at age eighty of that lung cancer. Approaching my eightieth year, my heart is still ticking and there are no signs of cancer since my prostate cancer diagnoses and treatment in 2013.
I'm also thankful that Bill is a home and not warehoused in some impersonal, expensive facility slowing wasting away. I thankful that I am able to be with him and take care of him. I count my blessings every day.
Now where is that mulch guy?
Just got the call!