Shabbat dawned sunny and warm, but it has cooled some as a very light rain started to fall. The raindrops disappear as soon as they fall. I woke up late this morning, but Snookums was still waiting for me at the breakfast table. Our morning coffee and cake ritual is important enough to her that she remembers it each morning. Today, her and Bruce had already polished off a pot of coffee before I awoke. It has been a long while since I slept in like that.
But she had a fresh new pot awaiting me, and we went through our morning ritual of taking vitals, swallowing pills, sipping coffee, eating cake, and engaging in small talk. It is a good way to greet the day.
It wasn’t always like that. When we were first married, the ritual was a quick cup of coffee while scowling at the morning. We didn’t talk. We didn’t eat breakfast. So this new ritual is an odd one for me, albeit a pleasant one.
Snook is still having problems with her short-term memory, though I see a slight improvement in that. But we takes our victories where we finds them. I was almost in despair when we first brought her home from the hospital. I wasn’t very confident that recovery was going to happen. Now I think that in time, she will be restored, though there will be a gap in her memory from the day of the stroke until now.
Last week it was the follow-up by the cardiologist. He was surprised that they didn’t put her on blood thinners in the hospital, so now she is on some that will help in keeping any future strokes from happening, or at least moderate the damage they cause. He also examined her AFib incident from the hospital, and we went over the process of blood clotting. Scary topic, but interesting.
Bruce and Amber picked up the slack while she is recovering. I appreciate that, but I imagine the task is wearying for them.
It has been a time of reflection, a bit of fear, a change in life, but all of it is in God’s purview. I do not fear old age, but I do fear dementia as I age. That part still has me uneasy. Still, there is a blessing that is given to gray hairs. Subtle nuances of scripture become obvious to me, and I wish to tell it to youngsters. but like I did when I was young, you just get a quizzical look and a quick change of subject. That is fine. They have babies to raise, and that appears to be a very high priority with God.
So goes the days in our retirement paradise in the vast pampas of Texas.