Originally Posted by
ctchandler
But I wanted to mention my friend Chris Cullen from London (actually,
Carshalton, a suburb of London). She is a widow and I am a widower and we
met on an internet support group for folks that have lost significant others.
We have travelled extensively both here and in Europe until my COPD was
diagnosed. When I was able, I asked my boys to let her know that I was sick
and in the hospital, but I didn't want her to know the extent of my illness. She's
a retired teacher/head teacher (principal in America) and didn't fall for what
my boys told her, so she immediately bought a plane ticket and arrived in
time to take me home after eight days in the hospital. She bathed me,
dressed me, fed me and did all the things a nurse or a spouse would do.
She also did the shopping, driving on the "right side" of the road to insure
we had food (and beer) until I was able to ride with her. She was here for
ten weeks and I absolutely wouldn't have survived without her. Today, sadly,
I took her to Will Rogers Airport so she could return home and begin
planning for her middle son's wedding. She will come back, but nothing will
ever match the last ten weeks. This is "Open Topic" and I am using it to just
unload about my "Visiting Angel".
C. T.
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