The first of many

A year ago today, my Sweet Hubby awoke feeling "a bit better" (as he put it) but still moving really slowly. Not at all with the usual "spring in his step." It didn't take much coaxing to get him to stay home again...and this time I told him I would be calling his doctor to get an appointment.

He saw the doctor at 2:30 that afternoon. By 4:00 we were at the hospital across the street, in the ER, waiting to be admitted. All we knew at that point was that he was severely anemic and needed a blood transfusion. Suspected diagnosis? A bleeding stomach ulcer.

That admission was the first, but most certainly not the last; the blood transfusion only the first of many.

Funny...I sure didn't feel our world crashing down around us. But, oh how it was...

"And lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age."
Matthew 28:20