A year ago today, Vance had extensive open heart surgery. He had a few complications which extended his hospitalization to thirty seven days. Meanwhile, besides visiting him twice a day, I was settling us into another home with the tremendous help of family and friends. There was a water disaster at the new residence but we ended up blessed with three rooms of new carpet. My sister found a new to us vehicle to replace my less than reliable ride. So many decisions!
Vance came home to the mix of new and familiar. He loved it all. He also came home to a different world of recovery, rehab, covid quarantine and forced retirement. I also was forced to retire from my enjoyable part time job, maneuver safely in the masked quarantined world and keep up as a caregiver. So many changes!
And now a year later, we are still adjusting to the mix of quarantine and retirement. It’s rather liberating to not have a schedule per se. We get up and go to bed when we want. We do afternoon appointments. We have a small social bubble of family and friends come over for meals and games. We miss fellowship with our church family immensely and look forward to resuming our church attendance when the covid risks are fewer. So many quiet days!
We are so thankful for the prayers, helping hands and encouragement in cards and calls. Our faith in our Lord Jesus Christ sustains us. Always trusting.
