The sun is bright with no blight from clouds. While very warm, the mercury is not rising to the levels of scorching. The humidity is running a tad high, but to the level of suffocation or sweating buckets yet.
What a way for May, 2017 to come to its conclusion.
It has been a mere three weeks, well 22 days, since my pulmonologist Dr. Ajay Deshpande apprised me that if the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) runs its normal course, I have six months or less to be still on this earthly journey.
The COPD was the damage inflicted by histoplasmosis, though eradicated from my body, left behind its deadly reminders it once plagued my body.
As I wrote my daily feed, my Home Health Care Aide arrived to make me presentable to the world. I feel so much better now.
Those who do this type of work provide a great service to those of us, who can no longer do for ourselves. Seldom do they get the praise and credit for what they do.
Here we are on May 30th rounding the corner to Month of Brides with June waiting at the bottom of the hump tomorrow.
Can you believe May has passed so quickly?
The sun is shining in between wisps of clouds wafting across the Cornfield sky this Tuesday. The mercury continues to hover around the 80-mark.
Healthwise I am having another great day. Of course that could all change in a moment.
Kathy, my spiritual adviser from Heart to Heart, was by today. We talked…well I talked…LOL. At one point she even quipped, “Preach on.” She asked what I had learned today, to which I responded to be content.
Iohn pulled up the song I wrote, “Crystal Valley,” to play for her. Kathy was touched by the words and the music.
Before she left, Kathy had prayer with Iohn and I. As we joined hands, Chooey and Frankie were both respectful. Chooey used to me praying every day.