"By the 19th Century, mourning behaviour in England had developed into a complex set of rules. Women wore heavy, black clothing, and heavy veils of black crepe. The ensemble was known as "widow's weed's (from the Old English "Waed" meaning "garment". At the beginning of our marriage, Neal and I dreamed about how our marriage would be: where we would live and what we would do. God has been faithful to make that dream come true.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
DECEMBER 24, 2011
December 24, 2011
Yesterday, the Neurologist ordered for Neal’s blood pressure to be taken in different positions. My sister Stella was there. The EEG with camera recorded the events. He did fine with everything until he got out of bed. He stood for perhaps 90 seconds and then the “seizure” started. Dr. Myers says it’s not seizures. His blood pressure drops when he stands up and that causes him to have a response. I’m not sure what the next step is but we are thankful to the Lord that he’s not having seizures.
A Foley catheter was inserted and they measured seven liters of urine. Neal doesn’t have his round belly anymore. Our daughter, Shirley, spent the night with him and when the doctor (I don’t know which one – he has many doctors) came in this morning and she reported that to him, he said, “That’s impossible!”
Shirley said he’s alert – asked for a mirror to see his elbow and wanted oatmeal for breakfast
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