Friday, June 20, 2014


This is a picture of my father-in-law taken a couple of summers ago. He is 89.  His name is Henry. Some call him Hank.  At my house we all him Biggy Papa,  a title long ago given to the oldest living grandfather in Terry's family.  I am extremely fond of this man and I love him very much. Thoughts of my reflecting start with him today.

My blog friend Penny posted today about another thing she is grateful for.  That made me realize how much I have been thinking about being grateful.

Sometimes I slip off the blog wagon.  My recent absence has been due to my encounter with a ruthless allergy season.  It started with Terry because on May 22 we discovered that his had developed into pneumonia.  By the time we went back to our doctor for Terry's follow-up a week later, I was in the throws of a horrible respiratory infection that just would not respond to medicine. We were both  pretty sick for weeks.  Terry never had any trouble sleeping but the meds I was on caused me to remain awake most of the nights that I was fighting it, though I did catch up during the day.  Many times I found myself looking at Terry in the middle of the night thinking how much I love him and how worried I was about HIS health. Terry retired in January,(but in truth his health has failed some and it became apparent that he would no be able to continue to work).

This illness zapped his strength, and mine pretty badly and it was kind of scary.  We were starting to wonder if we would EVER have any energy. Then just when we were STARTing to recover our home started to feel IT'S aches and pains.. sewer problems from roots from the old trees next door, a pipe leak under the bathroom floor and then one in the laundry room.  Corey learned a lot about plumbing in the last few weeks under Terry's guidance.

Then the left punch landed.  They found a spot on my father-in-laws lung that tested positive for cancer.
Thyroid cancer. Prostate cancer and now lung cancer. All at the same time.  He only has one half of one lung able to function and uses oxygen all the time.  At first the doctors thought they would use some new technique to zap the lung cancer, but that was postponed.  A group of doctors will discuss treatment and tell him next week.

So, as you might guess, today I am reflecting on so many things I am grateful for.

Gratitude is like a web. One thought just attaches to another. Grateful to be married to Terry--that Terry is getting well--that we have a wonderful and knowledgeable doctor--that Corey lives with us and is able and willing to help when needed--and on and on and on.

Make your things to be grateful for like a web....or like the 5 degrees to Kevin Bacon thing...but think about them often and soon your thoughts will be spiraling one thing to the next.

Be well, be happy and please leave a comment today.  I'm feeling a bit disconnected because I have been reading all your posts when I could but fell short a little in the communication department.