Six days ago in the wee hours of the morning I called 911 to report that my husband, Anthony, was in desperate pain on the living room floor. An ambulance came to whisk him away, and I woke our three girls to meet him at the nearest hospital almost 20 miles away. After many hours in the emergency room, he was brought to the operating room where he had emergency surgery for a severely ruptured appendix. He has been in the hospital ever since, but he is on the mend.
organic chicken and rice soup, fresh apple-kale juice, and garden strawberries
*photo by Camille
walking the halls with Papa
Sylvia is now in Minnesota with my parents for a week (they do this every summer) and having a great time. So, it's just three of us around here when we aren't hanging out in Papa's hospital room.
It's a struggle. There's oodles to worry about. I miss Tony and Sylvia. I hate to see my husband in pain, and bored, and restless (he's a hard worker when he's able, and lying around 'taking it easy' is not his idea of a good time anyway).
BUT, I am so grateful that he is ALIVE, and healing, and that we have supportive friends and family even if they are not nearby. I am grateful for this gorgeous land that we live on, and my very helpful, loving, sweet girls.
I am grateful that I can provide a semblance of normalcy for my girls while Tony convalesces and is cared for at the hospital. And Camille even got to have a friend sleep over. (It was a little too quiet around here...)
On our way to the beach with Camille's sleepover friend, we had to stop for these sandhill cranes who ever so slowly got out of the road for us.
Their late night sleepover activity? Sewing dresses out of old bedsheets :)
Camille checking the height of the corn in a nearby field
Camille and Ayla have been doing a fab job helping take care of the laying hens, the puppy, and the month-old chicks. Oh, I love these girls.
We're getting more than a dozen eggs a day lately.
*photos by Camille
So, yeah, life is up in the air, turned on it's head, and hurting. We are living it still, and finding peace where we can. I want my hubs back home, but more importantly, I want him to heal, to feel well, and to ease back into the rest of life peacefully until he regains his strength.
For tonight, fried egg sandwiches, another visit to see Papa, followed by a stop at the park to watch the fireworks. One moment at a time....
*I couldn't resist adding a few photos to this already long and meandering blog post :)