For most of us life is hard enough. We all run along in the treadmill of life in our own way. Me, I try and make the best of it even on the bleakest day. The last three weeks have been a struggle. My father is in hospital, he has had life saving open heart surgery, his surgery was fairly extensive; a triple bypass, a valve replacement and a pacemaker. He has been in intensive care, moved onto high dependency and now graduated to the specialist cardiology ward. He still has a long hard journey ahead of him. My Papa is made of strong stuff, he will fight all the way. I am finding it hard, seeing him lie in the hospital bed looking so frail and lost when I am so used to seeing him going around the family home like a busy bee. To let you understand my Dad is not one for sitting down, as you would say he has a ‘glass ass’. He likes to keep busy, making sure everyone is looked after when they visit him. There is always coffee and a sandwich on offer.
Ive been feeling a tad worse than usual over the last few weeks too. On the medics advice Ive increased my steroids. Whats keeping me going and giving me strength? Love. From particular special individuals: my hubby Steve, my sons Tony & Stuart and my granddaughters Alexandra & Grace. They are my shining light, all of them fill my heart with warmth and love. They light up my life even on the darkest days. And make me smile – Always. I love them so much and am so grateful to have them in my life.