Well, we escaped the snowstorm. We made it to Denver and settled into my brother and sister-in-law's home yesterday after a long day of travel. Thayne did a great job of preparing my dressings for travel and getting assistance throughout the entire trip. (I mean, I had the primo seat, right next to the shuttle driver all the way from Rochester to Minneapolis, so I experienced the least amount of bumps.) I had wheelchair assistance at both airports. They let me wait on the departure side for easier pick-up once we finally got to Denver. That resulted in a much easier pathway into Thayne's car.
And, I finally ate a big, full meal. Really, it was a Thanksgiving dinner courtesy of Susie. It was delicious -- shouldn't take long to gain pounds back if this continues! Taryn spent the night with me. She went down for coffee this morning and remarked how the kitchen smelled like "Grandma Esther's". Lots of good food coming up in the next week.
It's raining and still snowy here today, but should be in the 70s by mid-week. Looking forward to that. I have a great bedroom all to myself with lots of window light and the fattest Robin's outside to give me a glimpse of spring. There are fresh daffodils in my room. Even though the daffodils outside are drooping right now from the snow, they'll be standing up soon enough.
Greg is at home taking care of business and giving Cole some love from me. I talk to him several times a day and hope he's taking his vitamins and keeping himself healthy (tsk, tsk).
I'm grateful to my children because although I know they are both talented in their own ways, I never knew their capabilities for caregiving. I guess they didn't watch my mom take care of my dad all those years and take away nothing. Taryn says I'm less yellow since she saw me last on Monday -- this is very good. I hope it means that all these tubes and wires are working.
On a final note, words cannot express my thankfulness for all the concern and support shown. It's been humbling to say the least... it's overwhelming at times. Please continue your encouraging thoughts and prayers. I know it's silly, but it seems like each one opens another door of hope for me. We'd had a lot of bad news these past few weeks, but there have also been small little events throughout that help us onto the next step, almost like we're being guided in the right direction. I don't take it for granted that we flew into Denver with little time to spare before yesterday's snowstorm that closed roads and slowed everything down. These little things -- along with all of your comments on this blog, the cards, the phone calls, the flowers and fruit, the donations and creative ways to continue raising money on my behalf... -- they keep me going through each day. And they help me stay positive. They help me stay focused on getting better and returning home so I can go back to my daily life, cooking and baking, enjoying my friends and neighbors, sleeping in bed with our big black dog.
We'll return to Mayo on the 27th. I hope for a definitive diagnosis and plan of action.
Paulette (aka, Old Yeller)