Part one

I have a lot to say but I have had no time. I will divide it up into different posts so you won’t feel like you’re reading a novel.

So I am going to share a few happy moments. When I come to the hospital, I honestly don’t know how I will find him. 

I spent the night with him on Tuesday night. He had just gotten his right chest tube out the day before. He said he felt 80% better, but by his mood, I would be afraid what 50% looked like. 

The next morning was busy. His spirits were up. Now that’s the kind of 80% I’m talking about. 

Doc came by.. (pulmonary-I just love this guy)

He was so optimistic. All day long I found myself saying, ‘You’re gonna be alright.’

The doc had asked why he hadn’t trimmed his beard yet. He looked at me... ‘Hey, I’ve tried. He won’t have any of it.’

He went on to explain how important it is to his recovery to do the things he can do and keep his appearance up because it will really do wonders for your attitude. ‘He said, ‘if you were my father....’. I’m like,’Father? He is not old enough to be your father. Are you saying he ‘looks’ like your father because he is beginning to look like Santa?’ 

We all had a good laugh and although I am sure he didn’t actually mean to say that, he went with it. ‘Doctor’s orders: let her trim you up.’  Stamp of approval: check!

So, I give you before:

And after

He cleans up quite well, yes?

XO

Shelli