The Art of Healing

Today I went out on a nerve-jangling errand to a busy Walmart. Never go on a Sunday. For a happier life, never go there at all. 

I had to take down the Christmas decorations. I just had to. I can't live with Christmas decorations after New Years. Now the walls in our little apartment are stark-raving bare. So I picked up some cheap picture frames with the idea that an art project will kill two birds with one stone. It will give Roger something to think about and it will break up the austerity of these white walls. More on the art later, if he turns out something worthy of a photo.  ;-)

Roger's perspective on life is rather limited. Because he doesn't have energy or immunity, he doesn't go out except for short walks and, of course, to his clinic appointments. He still can't read because his vision is blurry. Of course we have our audio books and television, but that gets old, believe me.

He is disappointed that his energy doesn't increase perceptibly from one day to the next. That's normal for this stage of the game, but he's impatient. He wants to see more improvement faster. 

He went for a 30 minute walk today. That doesn't sound like much, but it's better than he could do a week ago. He grouses and says "it's more like a 30-minute shuffle." His impatience is a sign that he's getting better.  But, oh, what a long road still lies ahead!

I hope he builds up the steam to make a little piece of art or two this week. We need it!