It's that time of year again.
I get more pensive. Maybe tear up a little more easily. I count blessings and I count sheep.
Dom and I were married on a May 15 and we went to the ER on a June 15, so each wedding anniversary anticipates a less celebratory anniversary. It was 9 years this past May and 6 years this past June. A full 2/3 of our married life has been spent navigating a path we didn't mean to take. I may have packed my life differently had I known this is the path we'd be on. But life, like a wildfire doesn't always give you time to pack. Sometimes you just run. I think I'm still running. And I am un-apologetically oh so tired.
When we were essentially living at the hospital, I watched a favorite show on repeat. I would fall asleep to Father Brown and sometimes a nurse would just ever so quietly close my laptop. I really appreciated the nurses who would get in my business that way. As I was anticipating this anniversary I was also anticipating a new season of this show that is now intrinsically tied to our journey. The show is loosely based on novels by GK Chesterton. He's a crime solving Father. I love crime shows because they have tidy endings. I particularly love Father B, as Dom calls him, because he shows so much compassion throughout his interactions. And of course, the setting in the Cotswolds is cozy and comforting. We started the new season last night and I am delighted. I'm even slightly nostalgic for the camaraderie of all the nurses and how well we cocooned in our room and were cared for.
I get particularly nostalgic at this time for all the goodness shown to us and think of all of you who decided to hop on the path with us as far as you could. There are stories of generosity that just resonate with me and give me hope beyond the immediate provision.
Here's the Christmas card part of the annual update. Nothing much has changed since our last update!
Dom continues his photo-pheresis treatment every other week. It's about a 3 hour process intended to reset his immune system. His system is still in chaos. His kidneys have been attacked for nearly 3 years now and he's been on steroids all that time. That's not good for the body. And Dom and I will both tell you, high doses of steroids can be very challenging for an already stressed married couple. If we're honest. But we keep chipping away at our egos and resolve all steroid infused trials with lots of love. In addition to the 3 hour treatment, he occasionally needs another infusion of IGG since his body currently struggles to make it. Those days can stretch to 14 hours with a doctor visit in between and with driving.
When we're not being road warriors to and from the hospital, we putter. I mean, work. It's never ending on the property. It was a very wet winter. Water, water everywhere, but not a drop for me. We lost power over a dozen times over the past year, and as many of you know, that means no running water as well because well, we're on a well. And speaking of the well, the holding tank and pump also had to be replaced to really sharpen my bucket carrying skills. Half a dozen trees came down over the year. We were quite fortunate when the large oak came down across the driveway, our friend was here and between the three of us, we were able to make the drive passable for the other tenants. That's pretty much the way things are around here. We fumble along and things work out.
