I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
The Stars about my Head I felt
About my feet the Sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch -
This gave me that precarious Gait
Some call Experience.

Emily Dickinson, c. 1864

Sunday, March 1, 2026

'Grim update

 

Taken yesterday

I am thinking that my sweet partner might not make it. This is not what I hoped whould come from this rehab. Even though it's early days, I am not feeling  optimistic. I have been doing some PT on his leg myself, since they don't do any on the weekend there. I will be there today,with no John to share breakfast, since he's got shingles himself. And yes he did all the vaccine, but it didn't keep him from getting it anyway.

I will take an Uber to the rehab center this morning and try to smile and hope for the best. I never have imagined this as the way things might turn out. I appreciate all your prayers and am feeling heartbroken. I know this too will pass, but it's not easy now and will get harder yet, it seems. Sorry to be so down, but I don't feel much hope at the moment.

Sorry to make this so short, but it is difficult to see to write.

No comments: