When the going gets tough...the tough get going...even though the Texas sunshine has been wonderful for me, the rest of the dream sort of fell apart. From the lack of good doctors to a company who has mandatory work hours right out of the sweat shop days.
I had two bad reactions from the new medicine and had to stop it. The next 2 drugs on the list, and the final 2 that I could take, are not promising so I passed on them. I decided to go back to the original drug I was taking and see if being off of it for months might allow it to work again. Today I started with the first shot.
We had time on Thanksgiving to talk about life and when we actually were the happiest. I do this from the back seat because I've lived my life and it's important for Dave to lead the way. I was shocked when he said he was happier with the life we had in Lancaster, Pa. I think my heart stopped for a second and then joyfully almost jumped out of my chest! HOME, I never thought I would see home again, certainly not living there again.
The summer days of having yard sales on my front lawn with close friends, good food and lots of quiet stitching while we waited for customers.
Dave always loved his tractor, plowing my garden
and even plowing the snow
We raised pheasant
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| Dave installed lights on buggies |
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| I did a lot of sewing |
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| We had our own wagon |
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| We did have electric but it was an Amish owned house. This was our heater..what ever went up the stairs was the only heat. |
Next winter I'll be listening to the clopping of the wagons passing the house.
