Thank you all for your prayers, good wishes and your warm welcome back. I have missed all of you so much.
Debbie, the reg dr is great, but there seems to be a *contest* btw him and this hospice nurse that comes to the house. She insisted that my DM HAD to be taken off of hospice to be treated at the hospital. I had to sign her off or no treatment. I signed off of it. The treatment has to be at the hospital, as she can only use 2 antibiotics, others are useless now. The med must be given by IV. When she came home, the 'reg' nurse from hospital came to see about post hospital care. She couldn't understand why DM was taken off of hospice, she got thru to the reg dr and he was able to reinstate DM to hospice. Usually there is 90 day wait and review, he cut right thru that. I hate power struggles that leave sick ppl in limbo. DMs CNA is an angel, she and my mother get along great. Hopefully, that mess is settled.
My DH is getting use to being retired. He is finding there is SO much to do around the house, lol and of course there are the many History Channels to amuse him. We have had so many dr appts in the past month, and October is looking rather busy, too. We have been taking our daily walks by the water, heavenly and we just got a Tai Chi dvd from the library that we will watch today. We are waiting for the short term disability cks to come in, so we can pay these drs, mortgage, groceries, etc.
I haven't told many ppl about my Trevor. My children know, of course, and I told my sister. She is going thru the same thing w/ her elderly 'puppy'. My Fur Nephew is a sweetheart, too. My baby is 13 yrs old, I'm praying that he sees 14 in January, but I don't think that will happen. My children have always teased me about my 'Evil Puppy'. Trevor would do something 'evil' and I would laugh, the children would look at me and say, 'If I did that, you would kill me'. I guess they thought I was too strict w/ them. Trev would do something and as soon as he knew I was looking at him he would give me that 'sad' look and roll over belly up. I had to laugh. He would always sit on 'my' blue rocking chair, till I couldn't sit in the rocker anymore. When I had to sit on the couch, he had to sit on the couch - after I left. Last yr I ended up in the hospital, thought I was having a stroke, it turned out to be a panic/ anxiety attack. The thing that set me off that day - I had taken Trev to the groomers, he gets a bit snappy w/ them so vet had given him 'anxiety' pill to relax him. They called me to say Trev was foaming at the mouth and not too responsive. I thought he was dying. We rushed up there and every minute of the ride was torture. By the time we got there he was much better, but I was in paralyzed state. I told my dr what set me off, and she understood, some ppl get really into their dogs. Severe understatement!
I feel so bad reading about the precious dogs you have lost and the dear ones that are suffering now. I thank you for sharing your stories about them, I know how hard it is to talk about and even write down. Your sharing gives me strength.
Sherrine and Donna, I don't ever want to leave you speechless, I appreciate your thoughts and your friendship. All of you ladies are a treasure, I am blessed. Thank you w/ all my heart.
God bless. Alice.