It has already been one month apart. I have finally stopped crying. I cannot explain how exhausting it is to cry everyday at the drop of a hat. I am not sure why it took so long or where they went. It feels as if the river is still there only winding another way.
A new chapter is being written. I can hear the pounding of the keys and the vibrating ding of the barrel return on the type writer. It feels that real to me. Perhaps because I want it so badly. Something new has to start. It just has to. With any luck it already has.
Yesterday as the doctor took the bandages off my husbands foot they saw that the ulcer had totally closed over. I think it had been open now for at least 4 months. With something as simple as a new doctors care in just four weeks we are already getting a taste of what is to come. Healing.
My beloved had surgery yesterday. Apparently Valentines Day is as good as any for slicing and dicing. In just forty minutes the doctors raised the bones in his right foot. He left shortly there after to go sleep it off before downing a sandwich on the ride home.
He loves those goofy pills he is taking. I can hear it in his voice the way he chats on and on, laughing and enjoying himself. I am glad he is feeling good. If only it were I being the one who made him feel good. These miles are ridiculous. There is a chance I am told that he may return to me in just another four weeks.
Half way there and half way believing it could be true. Pray for us.
A new chapter is being written. I can hear the pounding of the keys and the vibrating ding of the barrel return on the type writer. It feels that real to me. Perhaps because I want it so badly. Something new has to start. It just has to. With any luck it already has.
Yesterday as the doctor took the bandages off my husbands foot they saw that the ulcer had totally closed over. I think it had been open now for at least 4 months. With something as simple as a new doctors care in just four weeks we are already getting a taste of what is to come. Healing.
My beloved had surgery yesterday. Apparently Valentines Day is as good as any for slicing and dicing. In just forty minutes the doctors raised the bones in his right foot. He left shortly there after to go sleep it off before downing a sandwich on the ride home.
He loves those goofy pills he is taking. I can hear it in his voice the way he chats on and on, laughing and enjoying himself. I am glad he is feeling good. If only it were I being the one who made him feel good. These miles are ridiculous. There is a chance I am told that he may return to me in just another four weeks.
Half way there and half way believing it could be true. Pray for us.