July 27, 2010
Pneumonia. Here is an illness that brought more misery than I could have imagined. My last week was spent coughing constantly, using an inhaler, breathing in oxygen from a large oxygen machine brought in by the hospice, ingesting several powerful antibiotics, and losing more weight. Sunday the coughing decreased quite a bit, though now I am too weak to walk very far. Tomorrow my hospice nurse will come and we will review the situation. I give thanks to everyone who remembered me with prayers, cards, well wishes and flowers.
John-paul has come to be with us during this trying time. He takes a camera with him as he walks Alphie and brings back amazing photos of the life that teems below our level of noticing. I had never seen the tiny red mushrooms that he discovered on the path, nor the stick bug that is an amazing looking creature.
As most rural dog owners know, the moment when the dog meets a skunk is inevitable. Last night, right over the bridge to the meadow, John-paul heard a rustling, located it with his flashlight, and behold, very near and ready to spray was the skunk. Alphie, in his great wisdom, pounced, and John-paul said that the spray was so intense he moved away quickly, then he had to convince Alphie to come back. Alphie finally came, but had to stay outside because now he smelled awful. Charles and John-paul found the recipe and ingredients which I had gotten some time ago in anticipation of this happening, so they mixed up the hydrogen peroxide, soda, soap, etc., and brought Alphie into the greenhouse where they hosed him down, washed him thoroughly, and got rid of most of the stink. Charles said that Alphie was utterly confounded by their behavior, and possibly thinking that his humans were losing it. Today our dear dog has beautiful blonde highlights and some small remainder of the scent of his encounter. Charles said that perhaps Alphie learned a lesson – we are skeptical.
I’m not sure how this is going to continue. Hopefully, I will have enough energy to write several more blogs. I pray mightily, cry sometimes, and hope for the best always.
Soon bears us all away;
We fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op’ning day.
Our hope for years to come,
Still be our guard while troubles last
And our eternal home!