If someone had told me last year that 2011 was going to be one of the most challenging years of my life, I would not have believed them. After all, we are truly blessed. Our children and two grandchildren are all healthy and happy, and we enjoy all that one could wish for out of life. My husband is self-employed, and we golf to our heart's content. We are blessed in that we can pick up and go whenever we decide to travel, visiting our daughter Jennifer and son-in-law Chris, and spend time with our two granddaughters, Kylie Mae and Keira Ivy. Both of our children live in CA, and we are also blessed in that they live only about a half an hour away from each other, traffic permitting. So, after hosting Thanksgiving dinner at our home, we went to CA to spend Christmas with our kids. We were very excited that we were going to get to spend time with our son, Jack, as this would have been our first Christmas without him. And, we were especially excited to get to spend time with him and his Nerda. Andrea/Nerda recently posted one of her photos on facebook. It is titled "True Love", and it is a photo of our son with one of her many birthday presents to him: 27 varieties of cupcakes for his 27th birthday this year.
Upon returning from CA, as is unfortunately sometimes the case, I became clinically depressed, so January was a very tough time for me. In February, the day of the snow that caused rolling blackouts not only in Las Cruces, but also in El Paso, I became very ill, and was taken by ambulance for treatment of a manic episode. I have had bipolar disorder since it manifested on February 8, 1988, and prior to February of this year, had been hospitalized on ten different occasions. So, in twenty-three years, I was only hospitalized a total of ten times. Upon being released one week later, I once again was admitted on March 1st, suffering from another manic episode. Finally, in early April, I was admitted for the third time, and released on April 18. What in the world was happening to me, and how was I supposed to stay out of the hospital if at the beginning of each month, I kept returning? During that last hospitalization, a ray of hope. A card from my husband, "If there is no wind, row." Inside it said, I believe in you...
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Ken, I hope you see this, as I am unfamiliar with how it works. You don't have to leave a comment here, but unless you do, I have no way of knowing if you've seen this post. If you don't let me know (through facebook like you did before) that you've seen this, I will send you a message on facebook to let you know that there is a new post on my blog. Thank you for your very kind interest.
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