I've been reluctant to post much as of late because I figure if I am this sick of hearing all about my sister's problems, then you may be too. I have to say things have changed some for Candy. I am excited to say that she has sold her home to a man that flips homes. It is awesome to report good news for a change. She thought she found a place near her son's home, but that didn't work out.
Through the years, I kept telling Candy that her ship would come in someday. Her reply was "It will probably be rotten". Just have to keep a lot of faith. I think she believes it now. The next step is to get her into a home near her son and his wife. Her health is doing better. She signed up for her Medicare part D and has her prescriptions covered. Someone wants to buy her antiques, which will help her even more since a new place will not have enough room for most of her things. Thank you to all that kept us in your prayers. You will never know how much it was appreciated.
After my last post about Candy's problems, I really needed to take a break from them. Of course, my kind of break and a real break are nothing alike. Looks like Hubs will retire earlier than he thought. He wanted to work until he was seventy, but the company offered a severance package and he decided to accept it. He is sixty-four years old. A little tiny bit of information... our local pharmacy fills our prescriptions for a lot less than our insurance company. Why am I only finding this out now?
Hubs has been drilling a water well for our garden and our yard. I like that he always has some sort of project going on. It's not necessarily any of my projects right now. I'm thinking about painting the inside of our home. It's not something I relish, but I do know how to paint. Maybe in the fall.
I had a nuclear stress test this morning. I kept thinking I might be having a heart attack, so after an inconclusive visit to the E.R., my family doctor scheduled me for a visit to a heart doctor. I am proof positive that stress will sucker punch me in my gut every time. Oops... they forgot to tell me more about this test...like the part where if you are claustrophobic...then you might want to have a sedative for the next step. There are just things that people forget to tell you. I survived only to get sick when I got home. Probably from not eating during the long period of testing time. Diabetes does not like to be ignored.
So there you have it. Even with all of this happening, I am so very blessed even in difficult times.