Going through Hell

Winston Churchill said, "When going through Hell, keep going." That's pretty much what I've been doing for the major part of this past year. On February 4th I entered Baptist East Hospital for surgery and stayed there for most of the next six months. I was released to a rehab center for a few weeks but returned to the hospital again. I finally got to come home at the end of June but two days later I fell and broke my hip so back into the Hospital for another month. I had a few brushes with death during that time. I think I 'coded' three times and the call out went to all family members to come home to be with me. I took Churchill's advise and just kept on going and was back in the game again before too long. The family went back to their lives and I continued on my path to recovery. Believe me it was an arduous time, it took all of my strength and tenacity to survive. I am no longer in the hospital but I am pretty much home bound. I can walk very well with my walker!I have not fully recovered yet and who knows, this could be as good as it gets at my age. Next Monday, I will be 88 years old and all of the things that you hear about growing old are all true. I cannot open anything,I can't always hear everything, my eyes are growing weary, I have gaps in my memory. I forget things for brief periods of time and then the forgotten things pop up again in my memory. Some people call those 'senior' moments, I call them Versed moments. (Versed is commonly called "milk of amnesia") I have had it so often that I think it has left me with a part time brain! The one thing I can open is a book,so I spend a lot of time reading which is my first choice of what to do when you have time on your hands. I am re-entering the Blog World and will be relaying some of the happenings of my year. Ciao