Just reserved a room in Palo Alto Ca. so hubby can have the psychology dept. at Stanford University decide what's wrong with his brain. There's always been something wrong with his brain but following the two seizures he had a couple of weeks ago and the placement of a pacemaker there has been a jump in his cognitive decline. Tis a sad thing.
But the time he has dreamt of; retirement, is here.
Thirty five years climbing poles, pulling cable, working in scorching heat, freezing cold, sometimes 36 hours straight to keep the electricity going for people.Back in the day without bucket tricks and safety rules. He's been apart of stringing up alot of wire in California. He's proud of that and points to polls and tells about the job.
Through our young years he was strong and healthy. He would order two breakfasts at a resterant. He could lift anything. Now he's so thin, so small, and barely eats.
I wish I could shrink him down and swaddle him like a baby.
I'm crying. Ive needed to cry. Thank you, who ever cares
