Sunday, January 30, 2011

A Soft Place to Fall

When my husband received the diagnosis of Pulmonary Fibrosis, he set out to stay as active as possible.  Although he was no longer able to work, he focused on "honey do" lists around the house and kept a little notebook of these lists on his nightstand. 

It did not take long before he realized, in his mind he was still the active person he had always been- but his body could no longer keep up. 
Lack of oxygen can steal away your energy and being hooked up to an oxygen machine can limit how far a person can go, in his case,
his hose allows him 25 feet from our bedroom. 
It has come to the point that the majority of his time is spent in our bed. 

 Which had me thinking about the importance of something as simple as a bed...

  Some of us are born in a bed and from there; we slumber, read, dream, cuddle, giggle, whisper secrets, create life, cry, and find comfort from our beds. 

Then, there are those, like my husband, who try to survive and live out each day from a bed. 

Whatever it is that you do, I hope that your bed is a soft place to fall.

PHOTOS VIA #1, #2, #3

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