September 18, 2009
Please be advised, I have been in the hospital after collapsing at home. Due to the time it took to find me and the severity of my illnesses, I will be unavailable for some time. I must go through physical rehabilitation to try and regain my strength and use of limbs. My son and his family have moved in with me, and bless them for it, and for finding me, another day on the floor and I think I may have died. My temperature was 106 degrees when they found me. I am very weak. I am putting in this message for my friends who may wonder where I’ve been. I don’t mind speaking to any of you; all I ask is to give me another week or so to gain a little more strength. Please pray for me, and for my family; it is as hard on them as it has ever been. Financially, it is unthinkable right now, but we will survive.
September 23, 2009: Update
I collapsed on Sept. 6th, sometime during the night. I lay on the floor until Wednesday, Sept. 9th when I was found by my daughter-in-law and son. I don’t remember much, trying to get up many times, talking back to the phone when it rang; my son said you could hear me on the machine in the background begging someone to hear me. When they reached me, my temp was 106, I had no idea who I was, where I was, what day it was, and I have no idea what else. I knew my son and my daughter-in-law. They said I was talking to my daddy, asking him to stop the pain. I do remember lying on the floor, looking up at his picture and talking to him. Doctors say, by all rights, I should be dead. I say many prayers were going up for me and my daddy was keeping me calm and as strong as I needed to be, waiting to be found.
I broke no bones, do have some broken teeth in front, have lost some of my muscle, still have trouble speaking clearly and/or remembering words and/or events sometimes. As I said, I have many months of recovery, even though the initial plan was to go to a nursing home for rehab, I have done well enough to come straight home and have someone come out and work with me here. I am again asking for prayers, right now more for my son, daughter-in-law, and sister because they feel so guilty. I have told them it is OK, I don’t blame them. If anyone, I would blame the three doctors I went to see within two weeks of the collapse. Told them something was wrong, had been wrong, had also been to the E.R. by ambulance the week before.
So, what happened was meant to happen. Why? I do not know yet, but God will let me know when it is time. I thank you all for being my friends, each and every day. As I regain my strength and wits, I will be in touch more. Right now, I am afraid to be alone, afraid to be enclosed at all, even in my stand-up shower. Things are off, but they will get better. Tired now so I will leave you with this for now.
November 3, 2009
Just a short update. I am not doing well as I hoped and the doctors and home nurses want me in a rehab center. That will not happen, but I think I will close most of my sites, this being one, not getting much traffic on it anyway. I love you all and will warn you of the shutdown date. Talk soon maybe.
December 16, 2009
Just wanted to give you a small update. Things are getting better. I am driving small distances now. I’m also walking with a quad cane most of the time. We (myself and my family here with me) think I am doing much better, better than before I collapsed. I go to pool therapy, do physical therapy, and the doctors are working on my meds. I am having to suffer through some awful pain right now, but they say it is the only way to get me on the right meds at this time. I do not want to go through what I went through in September. Next time I may not let go of my daddy’s hand and stay. I will go with him into that beautiful light in the clouds. No more pain; no more worry. Nevertheless, Daddy told me it was not my time; I had more to endure and more to do. Therefore, I am trying to get ready for whatever that is. I still cry everyday, sometimes because I can’t remember the name of the kitchen or the door or the trashcan or the road and so on and so on, mostly though it is the never-ending pain. The docs are hoping this will get better, but we see no signs of that yet, we just keep praying it will happen. I still can’t cook without help. Taking a shower and getting dressed is hard, but I am making it most of the time. It is, I guess, my time to endure. It is great to hear from friends who have not forgotten me.
March 8, 2010
Just a short update. I’m trying to get my life back in order. Things are still getting better. I started pool therapy along with the physical therapy and I truly enjoy that. My short-term memory and speech are not getting better. My migraines are back and I have fallen twice, once cost me a night at the hospital since my last posting. So you see, I still have a long way to go. It has killed me financially, changing all these meds, most of them new and brand names—the cost is enormous. I would not have made it through Christmas if one of my former employees had not sent me groceries. Some days I don’t think I’ll make it through this pain, but I do. I think a lot about how close to death I was and how beautiful that light behind my Daddy was just before they found me. My mind is in a strange place right now with all of this.