This was a rather good day for Jeri. When I arrived at the hospital she was still on her bed waiting for her breakfast to be served. I gave her a kiss and then when the tray arrived I fetched it and it looked pretty good and she thought it was going to be OK.
She didn't do therapy today because it takes too much strength from her; she will do that tomorrow. Her session on the dialysis machine was a good one and without any things going wrong, however, her driver, who was picking her up, was over a half hour late; he had trouble getting the patient that he was transporting into the place where they were going. He told us of his woes and loaded Jeri in the bus and fetched her back to the facility, however, it took more time than I thought it would and I had all of the time I needed to get her room fixed as she likes it and get her meds fixed so she wouldn't have to do that, ain't I a good boy.
I stayed and delivered her dinner and it was another fairly good repast. It wasn't a really good day but there wasn't any things that made it a bad day for her.
When I kissed my sweetheart goodbye she asked me to give her a hug, which I did and then she said something that brought tears to my eyes and sorrow to my heart. She said I want to lie in your arms at least one more time, and I said that is my prayer every night. May it happen, and sooner than later. Oh, how I love her!