Last Home? #19

As I write down my life for all to read, I have left out many things I wanted to keep in the family. I have a journal that I wrote these things in, they are for my children s eyes only. We all have things that we do not share with others, but God knows all.

We lost our home, due to the high attorneys and court costs, after all Bonnie could obtain a free attorney. We are now starting our eleventh year at this home, and here I will stay. It has been a long journey for us, we weathered many a storm and I suppose still will. I certainly do not want to know what life has to offer in the future but would like to enjoy a little more of it. This home is on a dead end road, you would never know it, we still have a lot of traffic. This is due to the fact that we are the second road named Highland off of the main road, cars are continually coming down our road looking for the other Highland which I might add the other Highland is about three miles north of our road.

Many things has happened over the last eleven years at this house. My granddaughter bought her first Ferret, named Skippy and we got a puppy, named Willow, so this is the first home they ever knew. When Skippy was four he had adrenal cancer and only lived two more years. At this time Sarah had purchased two more Ferrets, names were Storm and Dusty. When Storm was four years old he went to the vets for surgery and complications set in and he died. Dusty was missing him so much, so Sarah went to the pet store and purchased Logan he is now eight months old. Dusty at first did not care for Logan but now they are the best of buddies.

Willow was purchased from a kennel when she was three months old, someone had dumped her along side the road, I don't know why, she was so cute. My granddaughter taught Willow to do tricks by sign language and it worked. Willow liked to toke walks around the neighborhood, when she met each person she would stop and wag her tail and whine. Every night we would walk the neighborhood and every drive way we came to she would stop and whine, if no one was out, she would move on to the next drive way, sometimes it seemed like it took for ever to go for a walk. When Willow was ten years old she began having trouble with her heart and was put on medicine. She became to ill to go on and passed away before her eleventh birthday, she is waiting at Rainbow Bridge for me. So is my sweet Melody, she was going on 16 years old, she was the best cat I ever had and she is at the Bridge also.

In 2004 I went to the hospital because my left arm would not stop aching, they took the normal blood and did a ekg. Imagine how shocked I was when they told me I had a heart attach and sent me to Mercy Hospital to have a stint put in the front of my heart. They released me next day and on the way home in the car I passed out, my husband had pulled over and ask me what was wrong, I told him it was probably because I had not eaten good, I am a diabetic. Next day I passed out while setting in my chair, called the doctor and he said you mean when you stood up, I said no, when I was setting. He said call an ambulance, don't go in a car, your heart is stopping, boy what a scare. I called the ambulance, in the hospital they decided to admit me, good thing, my heart stopped five times. They did an emergency pace maker in my neck, saved my life, I became real scared when the head nurse told me I had actually died those five times and kept coming back on my own, so they did the emergency on me. I am eternally grateful to that doctor, next day they sent me back to Mercy for the permanent pacemaker in my left upper chest, this was five years ago and I am doing fine.

My husband had a replacement in his left knee, and he ended up in a nursing home. He did not do so good, he refused to walk on his new knee and did not cooperate in therapy. He started acting like he was getting Alzheimer and this scared me. The morphine was interacting with his other meds, he was acting like he did not know us. I went once while they were serving lunch, I walked in the dinning room and he was setting at the table, hunched over holding a BBQ, it was dripping all down his pj's, I spoke to him and had no reaction from him. This is when they seriously took a hard look at what meds he was taken and decided to take him off Morphine. In a few days he was acting like himself and I told the nursing home I was taking him home. He still acted like a baby with his new knee, but at least he was getting better care, men can be such babies. That was three years ago and he still walks real slow, but I know he could do better, but at least he is walking.

Remember Bill and Sandy, she passed away in 1985. Bill had cancer on his ear, they removed it and sent it in. This was a strange cancer, it spread so fast, into his lower body ending up in his lungs. Bill was his old self up to the last. He went into a seizure in the ambulance and by the time he got to the hospital he was in a coma, from which he never regained consciousness. He was such a nice person, he was 67 years old and lived 21 years after Sandy's death.

Ron had his share of misfortune, he had a blood clot just below his heart in the aorta, it was removed and that same night he was rushed into emergency surgery for a clot in his left leg. They had to do a by pass to save his leg but afterwords the doctor's watched for signs that the flow of blood in the leg was good. He did not come out of it 100%, from the middle of his foot to his toes there was no feeling. It has been six months and his foot is still numb, the doctor said the nerves should come back in about a year, he is finally walking without his cane.

As I type the last of my story and reflect on what is going on now a day's, I think of my two boy's. Ron is still living with us. The only assistance he gets is food stamps, he was refused any medical help, which I think is unfair, he can not work until he heals. Doug just lost his job, he is getting food stamps and unemployment, he can still maintain his own apartment and pay his bills. I am not happy for their circumstances, I wish they were better off than they are. Today I am setting here writing for the world to see if I have failed somehow, I feel I should of run my life better and perhaps things would of turned out different. Well we are all together, we get along and are still friends, Sarah is doing great, working every day, Drew is well and comes two weekends a month.

I know one more thing I am thankful for is the day my son Doug told me he was giving me his computer. He gave me this wonderful computer desk, monitor, tower, printer and his chair. I would like to put photos on myself but right now I can't afford a camera. Thank all you faithful readers for coming by, I enjoy reading each and everyone of your comments. I also enjoying coming by to see what each of you have to say and what you are up to, so see you around the blog sites, it is April 7th, 2009, and is 6:28 pm.