And speaking of celebrating life! My sister's husband looked like he was ready to cash in his chips about a month ago. He was on oxygen from a lifetime of smoking cigarettes, had a bad heart, had seemingly lost any real interest in being alive and had grown so weak from just sitting in an easy chair all day that he kept falling over all the time. Finally, he fell down four times in one day and my Sister (who had fallen down herself and broken her arm a few days earlier) couldn't keep helping him to get up. So, she called an ambulance and they took him to the hospital. He had gotten so weak that he couldn't even stand up any more. He'd almost died from a heart attack a year ago and is constantly getting pneumonia because his lungs are almost completely destroyed. They didn't give him much of a chance of ever going home. After a few days, he still couldn't even stand up without two people supporting him and they were trying to place him in a nursing home. My sister had pretty much accepted that he wouldn't be coming home, and if he did in the shape that he was in when he left, it would kill her trying to take care of him.

And then, he started climbing his way back up. He reached the point where he could get around with a walker, and with an oxygen tank was reasonably mobile.

He came home this Monday.

And a Merrrrrrry Christmas it will be..


Jerry