
This evening I spoke with a co-worker on the telephone. He had a serious heart attack the day after Christmas. He has Type I Diabetes, he had pneumonia, and he is now on dialysis three times a week. He is trying to focus on things one day at a time. As the world continues to turn around him his days are filled with sending his vital signs to a hospital over the phone line, having a physical therapist come in to see him twice a week, going in for a dialysis treatment three times a week that takes four hours for each visit, trying to keep his new onslaught of medicine straight as to which one does what, and dealing with his regular dose of insulin shots.
My newspaper is full of the sad story of a grandmother and granddaughter who drove into the Tuscarawas River and drowned yesterday afternoon. Two men from the nearby skating rink attempted to jump into the river to assist, but the current was too strong and the water was too deep and cold. The authorities are saying road conditions contributed to the accident.
I just want to rock back and forth with a blanket over my head.