POTHOLE!

Daggonit, a POTHOLE! Or two. Blew the air out of two tires, but the axle remained OK. 
As I was impatiently waiting for my first immuno-therapy, can you imagine my surprise when I was diagnosed with pneumonia! I reported to my doctor on Saturday extreme shortness of breath, and fatigue. Expecting "take an aspirin and . . . " he said, "Call an ambulance and go to the hospital--no husband driving me there. An ambulance." Well, to be sure, I did. 

After  5 days in the hospital, I am again at home, resting much more comfortably. I am rescheduled for my first immunotherapy on the 26th, so I could use a few prayers, a couple of attaboys, and whatever else might help that they can actually start treatment then. My white blood count was still high, "but descending," and it needs to descend quickly.

Hospital stays are nothing to write home about and I really didn't do much but sleep and eat the first few days. The staff, however, were wonderful and made it as comfortable as they could. The highlights, between naps, were the encouraging visits from my family -- I'm for sure not alone in this. And it has been a real treasure for Ralph and I to lean upon Chuck and Jim for their medical interpretations as well as June and Carolyn. 
Even bad food tastes better at home in your own 'jammies than bad food at the hospital in their nightwear designed by Dracula. I'm using a walker as a precaution--I finally got my legs working real well--but my balance has not yet returned!!! Had a warm welcome back to Bell Trace, Ralph and I fell back into our comfortable routine--and Life is Good.