Yesterday (or was it the day before? Or the day before? We’ve spent three days in a row in Marquette and we have no idea what day it is any more) we paused by the cemetery between doctor appointments for a brief respite.
Now, don’t get me wrong. We weren’t being morbid.
The cemetery in Marquette is a very lovely place to pause, to walk (or to limp if you have knee surgery scheduled next week) and to perhaps attempt to photograph ducks, geese or graves.
The ducks proved semi-cooperative. At first they refused to comply to the photographer’s wishes and lingered in the shade. They played hide-n-seek. But finally–finally–one or two of them approached the sun and posed in the reflected autumn colors.
The geese, on the other hand, refused. They played in among the headstones. They scattered as the photographer approached. They were not compliant. (Geese rarely are, are they?)
Barry had good news from his last appointment on Friday, the best that could be expected. (Kathy’s opinion.) The electrocardiologist specialist has decided he has a low risk of stroke, and will let him stay in A-Fib (irregular heartbeat). The docs have taken him off the Coumadin and put him on a daily aspirin. They are keeping him on his heart medication, designed to slow the heart beat, but are simply going to continue to monitor him for the long-term, unless other symptoms develop.
FINALLY, more than two months since he tried to have his arthroscopic knee surgery, he’s ready for the next procedure. Phew… (Except, of course, the additional two months of limping and over-using his left knee now probably necessitates left knee surgery, too. But we won’t say that for sure until he’s talked to his knee doc.)
The cemetery was a nice place to visit. Neither of us are ready to stay, though. Not for another 30-40 years, wouldn’t you say? If we’re allowed to decide, that is. **smiling**
Thank you for all your kind wishes after Barry’s heart catheterization. We both hope the blog might put a reader at ease if they must have a similar procedure.