I had trouble getting out of bed one morning this past week - nothing to do with the weather. Near as I can figure, it was the result of a combination of sliding down in the bed and my right arm weakening. At any rate, it was plenty scary and we finally called hospice and the paramedics.
Once again they were awesome, very professional, supportive, and helpful. Have I mentioned that I was frightened? As the day unfolded there was no question the experience zapped my energy. Luckily, my energy slowly improved enough for me to get back online, eat, read, and write.
Probably fueling my feelings of frustration was a time on Saturday morning when I was really down. Who knows why exactly - perhaps it was partially related to the weather, perhaps the drawing to a close of the holidays, perhaps the missing of family or family gatherings or friends, or maybe it had something to do with the continuing decline of my physical coordination and abilities, or (and this is my suspicion) a combination of everything just noted and more than likely a few other circumstances.
Things are better - the hospice staff continues to be awesome as they go about their ministry of compassionate caring with grace, kindness, and promptness much appreciated by both of us. And there are the visits and email and Facebook messages from many of you. But, my primary cheerleader and caregiver continues to be my and beautiful wife, Dorothy. It's not an easy role to play nor always a pleasant relationship, but we are so thankful for our deep love for one another!
So, for now, Happy New Year! May lasting Peace come to earth! And may this be the year ALS research is successful!