Yet Another Miracle Last summer hubs got mystifyingly ill. Although we suspected some strain of Covid, he was never tested and the doctors he saw were unwilling to make that…
Contemplating Widowhood A few months ago, my husband got sick. We don’t know with what, and although he was never tested, we suspect it was some strain of Covid. Three…
Sunday Morning Musings: But For The Grace of God It’s a mix of anticipation and dread I experience as I plan to visit my friend Katie* for the second time…
what if I couldn’t do any of those things? What if I was trapped in a house, in my room, in my bed, alone and in pain? What if I couldn’t bathe myself? What if getting to the toilet required a monumental effort equaled only by getting back to my bed afterward?
“I’m so grateful the author decided to publish this “manuscript under the bed”. It is filled with loss, torment, hope, action, and suspense that this reviewer could not put down. Recommend highly!”
I think how fortunate I and most of the people I know are that they got out of bed this morning. We grumble about working but what if we couldn’t work? We whine when the alarm goes off and we have to get out of bed, but what if we couldn’t get out of bed?