Lesson, Learned


 I got a reminder today.

Today started out with me taking mom for a follow up visit with her heart doctor. She didn’t see him, but if I recall correctly she saw a nurse practitioner. Very nice, listened to everything mom or I said and she answered every question. She wants mom to come back in six months. Only time will tell if she goes. Had to take dad to see an eye specialist at one this afternoon. I didn’t go in with dad, mom went with him while I waited in the car. I wish I had gone it because with the car not running, it got hot.

When my son came in after work we took turns playing fetch with the dogs. Molly prefers to chase a ball. Bella totally ignores a ball but loves to chase sticks. Molly will chase anything Bella does and try to take it from her. That would end in a fight. So One stays inside while we play with the other outside.  Bella is fine with it, she may or may not watch what’s going on. Molly on the other hand-paw? Can’t stand it and will go insane trying to get outside.

My lesson came about when I had thrown the stick for Bella and long about the fifth time, when I moved to take the stick, I forgot, neglected, messed up and allowed my finger to get too close to those sharp things in her mouth. In trying to clamp down on her stick, she also got my finger. Directly at the base of the fingernail. I won’t lie. That hurt…and bled. I didn’t yell at her or blame her. It was all my fault. But she still knew something had happened and knew it was somehow her doing. She looked so very sorry.

About an hour after it happened my son wanted to know if I wanted to go walk around the trail so he could get more bike riding in. I cannot handle both dogs in a situation like that so Molly stays home. Molly does not like being left but she is learning to deal with it. My son got his bike in the Jeep and I got Bella’s harness on her. Once she was in the car we headed out. There were cars in the parking lot today, usually its empty. The whole time I was out there though I saw no one. Today Bella and I made three laps around walking while my son managed eight laps. A lap is a quarter mile around I think so he’s doing much better. Bella appears to be losing weight. The vet said she needed to lose at least five pounds so I’m trying. Because I need to lose more than that. Walking is a win win for both of us.

The sad thing for me, as we walked I saw a lot of leaves that had fallen and were covering the track. I’m not ready. I love summer. I love the heat. Well except at night, it tends to make it difficult to sleep. Other than that, I much prefer the heat to cold. But I know its coming so, accept it I will. Like it or not.

Tomorrow dad has an appointment with his regular eye doctor. Friday mom needs to go to the bank and more than likely will need to make a grocery run.What a week. And yet, I am thankful, grateful, blessed that I am able to be here for them. I am thankful, grateful, blessed that they are still here with us. And every day, I am reminded of that. And every day, I try to do everything I can for them.Even though sometimes I fall short. At least there are other family members who are here to help and will do so at the drop of a hat. With every throb of pain in my finger, I am reminded to not try to take a stick away from Bella.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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