My brother received his pizza, salad and Diet Coke dinner last night. Then we ended up speaking on the phone for thirty-one minutes.
It’s kind of how it happens. He may not even remember the fears he had about me last week, so I don’t bring it up, ever.
He spoke of our past, memories of our Grandma, his desire to come to Pennsylvania and live close to us.
He spoke with John and Lillian and how he misses them, and his concern for his roommate in the hospital.
Tonight is fettuccini alfredo with chicken, per his request. I found one with broccoli to appease the nutritionist. 😉 The order is already in. Everyone needs something to look forward to.
He’s lost twenty pounds in the last month, which he feels good about.
I’m still really, really exhausted and taking it easy.
But I slept seven hours straight last night. THAT is progress.
Thanks for the love, out there. We are feeling it.