2017-11-01 / Opinion

Up The Creek Without A Paddle

Believe it or not -
by Terry Toole

This being sick is good and bad in so many ways. I really am doing better. Betty Jo put me out to get the mail last Wednesday at the post office. She is most protective and didn't want to stay in the car, but she did. Just as I was getting out, this good-looking young girl came over and grabbed me. "I'm so glad to see you out and want my hug that I've been missing all this time," she said.

When things are better, I meet lots of lady friends around town. I am a hugger and share them with the ladies that allow me to share. I just shake hands with men, and there are lots of them.

My first wife is very good to share me with everyone, women, men and children. For the most part, I love them all.

Other than our Lord himself, no one can take Betty Jo's place in my life. That lady, although I can't understand why, sticks with me and takes care of me through thick and thin. There was something in our wedding vows over 61 years ago that we vowed about through sickness and in health. I can never pay her back for all these years of love and devotion. I will never last that long.

As I was saying, first wife let me pick up the mail for the first time in a long time last Wednesday. In that stack of mail was one batch of get well cards and letters (45) of them sent to us while I was a patient in University of Alabama UAB Hospital in Birmingham over a month ago. Most of the mail was posted Sept. 28. We got them all on October 24. I was happy to have gotten all but one of them. It amazes me that people are so kind and thoughtful. I'm glad the one sympathy card was a bit premature. I have no idea how many cards we received. I'm not sure I have enough time left to thank those who sent cards and came to visit with some of the best Southern foods humans can imagine.

One of the best things that have happened is that we are home, right here in Colquitt, Georgia.

All the care and therapy has been great, but being like I am, the best treatment is being treated at home, and we have some of the best therapy treatments anywhere. I've gone from couldn't raise my thumb to being graduated to get back to work. Thank You, Lord.

OK, so I'm still using the stick to keep from tilting, but I've gone from a wheelchair to walker to walking stick.

You will be seeing me at the office a bit more. That is part of the release program for what I'm looking at in the future, not that our crew isn't doing a good job. I guess it's that I just don't want to lose my job. I'm not all that good and was still learning. All of a sudden, your brain takes a flush and that's all gone. Sit down at a computer and try to do something you've never done. That's where I was.

I've always said, no one is indispensable. I have a few friends and several kin who would come close to being just that. I haven't said that lately.

One of the good things is when I get to see folks that thought this was it, and it wasn't. It is wonderful being able to come back to the house, the office, church and anywhere and see folks and to recall things you thought were lost, and they weren't.

Several years ago a saying became popular that is really very true, "A mind is a terrible thing to waste." This is especially true if the subject happens to be you.

Things are getting back to normal if normal will ever be the same. It really is good to see and speak to your old and new friends. Just remember these friends or kin might be taking care of you. They don't have to. It is good if they want to.

Maybe the best thing about this entire event is to find out what people think of you, and how those you call friends really act when you need them and even when you don't.

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