The last three weeks have been touch and go for Barb. The doctors weren’t much help. The vomited the pills they gave her. A week ago Thursday I thought I was going to lose her. But I managed to get more chicken broth down her than was coming back up. so I made stayed with it. Yesterday she had her first solid food in almost two weeks. Today she had a pork chop. And we are nearly half way through our 53rd year.
So the grim reaper has gone elsewhere.