Since this week is Thanksgiving, it is only appropriate that i take some time to give thanks for the good things in life. Although i am a firm believer in taking time each day to be thankful no matter what the circumstances are.
This weekend i drove down to Tennessee to spend some time with hubby’s grandpa and bring hubby home. Grandpa had a great weekend. His platlets are coming up, the infection is going away, and his potassium is in check. On Saturday, us girls took grandma to the mall to get her a new pair of shoes and we ate lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. YUM! When we got back, the physical therapist was just leaving and said grandpa got out of bed and stood up for about 10 minutes with his and hubby’s help. Grandpa seemed to be in good spirits and chatted with us frequently.
A friend of mine who went through a similar situation suggested we keep a journal in the room and everyday we write down his progress, names of doctors, tests performed and results, who visited, etc. That way, as family comes and goes they can look back and see what went on since they were there and leave a note for family coming next. I mentioned this to hubby’s mom and she thought it was the most brilliant idea ever. We went right downstairs and bought a journal to start right away.
All in all, it was a wonderful weekend. Hubby’s family is extremely close and can’t stand to be away from each other. Of course, there is always some family drama and those who drive us batty, but i’m not going to focus on that. We are hoping to go back down during the holiday weekend, but not sure how or when.
The American Dream 