Sunday, February 27, 2011

"Good actions give strength to ourselves and inspire good actions in others."

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

How may I help you?

Within the course of a few short months everything in our lives changed.
These changes came from my husband's diagnosis with Pulmonary Fibrosis.
The disease is terribly serious; to which there is no cure and so, it is natural that many
changes would result from such news. 
One of which is financial. 

From the day my hubby was diagnosed, he could no longer work.  
Losing the main breadwinner of the house
was a scary situation for us to be in.  While I was lucky enough to
be a homemaker for the last ten years; in a situation like this, 
having minimal recent work experience was a downfall. 
Combined with the current economy, we wondered if we would have a roof over our heads.
Scary, indeed!

There must have been a little star, up in the Heavens,
that twinkled it's good luck upon us, because
within a month I was able to land a full-time job. 
The job is customer service, and is
able to be performed from home. 
Someone up there, was definitely looking after us!

I have to say though, it is the strangest sensation to be helping someone on the phone,
cheery voice and all.
Full-well knowing that my husband is in another room, laying in our bed and very ill.
I, too, have called a customer service line,
sometimes in a great deal of distress. 
Now, I am the one taking those calls and I often wonder-
Would the caller's tone change if
they knew the situation I was in.

Maybe not. 
Either way, because of this experience, whenever I am on
the line with someone, the question does cross my mind...
I wonder- What might they be enduring in their lives after we hang up the phone?

photos via: #1, #2, #3

Monday, February 14, 2011

Roses are Red

Since it is Saint Valentine's Day, I have to say a few words about my husband...
For a living he drove a big-rig truck all around the country.
His rough hands liked to work on his Harley. 
He wore Wrangler jeans and cowboy boots, shirt always tucked in,
with a handkerchief in his back pocket. 
He's a man of few words. 

Would you believe that the person I have described
sent me a dozen roses, every week, for over a year?
Well, that is exactly what he did. 
This began the day after our first date and
occurred each week, thereafter.
Just as the roses began to wilt,
there was a knock on the door from a delivery person
holding another dozen red-roses, just for me. 

Through the seasons changing and all that normally occur within a year,
the one constant was the red-roses, forever blooming on my table. 
The only reason he stopped is when we became
engaged and I took over his book-keeping. 
The red-rose fund would have to now 
be diverted into our wedding fund! 

I can't tell you how romantic I thought that was and how lucky I feel to have found him.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Home Care

When it was suggested that we start recieving Home-Care for my husband, I did not know what to think.  The idea is somone would come into our home and help him with light chores, to assist in walking, making meals and bathing.  

The first thing I was concerned about was, who would this person be?  
How would he or she coming into our home affect us?

Would she be mean and bossy like Nurse Ratched from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest? 
Because, if that were the case- forget about it
She wouldn't last a minute in our home...

Would she be a sexy bombshell, twenty-years younger than myself, with a drop-dead figure? 
I guess if she was nice, then I might consider it, although that would not be my preference. 
Sorry Hubby!

Would she get our sense of humor? 
Would we feel comfortable being ourselves around this person? 
These are some of the questions that ran through our minds...

We decided to interview a candidate before committing to a person. 
Not all Home-Care worker's are required to be a certified nurse, so really,
I did not know what to expect. 
I was relieved to see that she wore a shirt more similar to this,
rather than the Marilyn Monroe outfit that I had envisioned- Thank Goodness!

She sat in a rocking chair in our bedroom and
listened to us talk. 
She was a certified nursing assistant.  She was young, but smart -far beyond her age,
as she had taken care of her grandmother, to the very end. 
We could sense a caring soul in her, not to mention that she actually laughed at some of our jokes. 
This is a good sign!

So, she began coming over everyday. 
To be honest, I did not know what she would be doing besides hanging out with my husband because,
 I felt we had things pretty much under control. 

Until, one morning, my husband seemed to get worse and had difficulty catching his breath. 
He laid in bed completely exhausted and I had to go to work with a worried mind. 
But, our Home-Care worker was there with him, and that gave me some peace of mind.

All that day, she texted me, every step of the way.  
What he had eaten, how he was feeling... 
I was so grateful and I texted her back how blessed I was to have her.  Do you know what she wrote back?
She wrote that she feels we are already like family to her, and felt that fate is the reason we were put together. 
I am happy to say, I couldn't agree more!

photos via: #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7