Waiting for DH

I am sitting in my studio, waiting for the dog to signal me that our friend has brought DH home from dialysis. It is later than I thought they'd be, and I'm a little concerned. The weather is messy, though, and it's time for rush hour traffic to start up. When I married DH almost nine years ago, I never thought we'd have all the "adventures" we've had...but that's a subject for another post.

We've had a new issue come up--DH says his vision is not right. When he mentioned it for the second or third or fourth time, I got concerned. I know from past reading that vision changes are a symptom/side effect of kidney problems, and I was hoping this would not rear its ugly head with DH. No such luck. I called our optometrist, who is also a family friend, and he's going to work DH in Thursday morning and check his eyes. DH has already had his glasses changed for this insurance year, so this exam will be my responsibility. Dr. David will tell us what he thinks, and if he thinks DH needs to see an opthamologist or a specialist, he'll help make the arrangements.

DH came into my studio last night and asked me if I knew something about his illness that he didn't know. I told him absolutely not, and that's the truth. I also told him that I thought he had the right to know everything, but that I didn't want to get us excited and upset over obstacles that we might not have to face. I reminded him that I told Mother as soon as I could that the doctors thought she had liver cancer because I thought she needed to know and had the right to know.

I walked around our block this afternoon. It was sprinkling on me all the way, and got harder off and on. We live in the part of town known as "the mountain" and our neighborhood is just off the brow of the mountain. Our street slopes, and not very gently. It took me about sixteen minutes to walk it, and I was struggling during the last four or five minutes. That's when I was coming back UP our street toward our driveway. I turned right coming out of our driveway when I started, and that was the "easy" route. If I really want a challenge, I'll turn left and walk UP my sister's street. I've got to get back into shape because I don't know what's ahead with DH and I need to be as strong as possible...for both of us.

I had a telephone call yesterday afternoon from our pastor offering to pick up DH this afternoon, and I had another call this morning around 6:40 from another friend offering transportation of any kind. I had already made arrangements for this afternoon and Thursday afternoon, but we have been so blessed with people offering to help us...and I really think most of them mean it. We have had three or four meals brought to us, including the one that's sitting on the stove right now waiting for DH to get home.

I think I'll go wait in the den for him...