Sue. This is lovely. Your Rick is indeed a decent, patient, and compassionate human. You are both fortunate it would seem, as you are gentle, kinde , and caring as well.
My own first husband had asthma and did not take care of it, often running out of his medication, or insisting he had a handle on it when he didn’t. This often resulted in my calling the ambulance with the worst time having me drive like a speed demon to the emergency. He told me he was fine, and I could just drive him, turning blue, and collapsing against the dash part of the way there. Breath is the most important thing...
My grandma had emphysema, and she slowly drowned as her old lungs filled up with water. She started counting for some reason, and when she would lose track of counting in the hospital bed, my aunt would prompt her as to what number she left off on. I took a moment when everyone else left the room to tell grandma that she didn’t have to count anymore, it was OK, and her family would be fine if she chose to leave. She stopped breathing a few hours later, and hopefully as in peace now.
I too love the sound of my forever husband as he snores, sometimes not so gently beside me at night.
You were one of the writers who entice me to jump right on Substack when I get a notice that you’ve published. Thank you for sharing slices of your life.
My oldest son was premature and suffered from asthma. I spent many times in the ER and many nights rocking him to hold him up so he could breathe. Fortunately, it calmed down after he was twelve. I have taught him meditation and breathing exercises since he has been an adult.
Breathing has helped me during stressful times to find calmness and peace. It has also helped me to come to stillness and to find inner peace during meditation.
Thank you for your touching stories. I always enjoy reading your posts.
Breathing is something we so often take for granted. As a nurse there was nothing worse than watching a patient struggle to breathe and there was nothing you could do to help them. Exercise and expanding out lungs is important to every organ in our body.
Sue. This is lovely. Your Rick is indeed a decent, patient, and compassionate human. You are both fortunate it would seem, as you are gentle, kinde , and caring as well.
My own first husband had asthma and did not take care of it, often running out of his medication, or insisting he had a handle on it when he didn’t. This often resulted in my calling the ambulance with the worst time having me drive like a speed demon to the emergency. He told me he was fine, and I could just drive him, turning blue, and collapsing against the dash part of the way there. Breath is the most important thing...
My grandma had emphysema, and she slowly drowned as her old lungs filled up with water. She started counting for some reason, and when she would lose track of counting in the hospital bed, my aunt would prompt her as to what number she left off on. I took a moment when everyone else left the room to tell grandma that she didn’t have to count anymore, it was OK, and her family would be fine if she chose to leave. She stopped breathing a few hours later, and hopefully as in peace now.
I too love the sound of my forever husband as he snores, sometimes not so gently beside me at night.
You were one of the writers who entice me to jump right on Substack when I get a notice that you’ve published. Thank you for sharing slices of your life.
This is beautiful Sue.
My oldest son was premature and suffered from asthma. I spent many times in the ER and many nights rocking him to hold him up so he could breathe. Fortunately, it calmed down after he was twelve. I have taught him meditation and breathing exercises since he has been an adult.
Breathing has helped me during stressful times to find calmness and peace. It has also helped me to come to stillness and to find inner peace during meditation.
Thank you for your touching stories. I always enjoy reading your posts.
Oh, Sue, this is such a beautiful read. Thank you.
Breathing is something we so often take for granted. As a nurse there was nothing worse than watching a patient struggle to breathe and there was nothing you could do to help them. Exercise and expanding out lungs is important to every organ in our body.
Beautiful. Sweet breath of life. Life force.