Dear Friends and Family,
As Nancy’s strength and activity level have increased, I have a new job: THE WORRY BUSTER.
With important healing to do, there is no issue too small for my attention.
“I forgot to send a present to Enoc, Winnie. He graduated nursing school the week I came to the hospital.”
(My beloved deceased grandmother had taught me “a check fits everybody.” So a check was in the US Mail within the hour.)
“Winnie, do you remember if I ever talked with Miriam?”
(A much tougher assignment. Nancy hadn’t called when a dear friend of ours, Wayne, committed suicide just before Nancy got sick—almost a month ago. Accordingly, I picked up the phone today and called his wife, Miriam, to offer condolences and to tell her about Nancy.)
“Who’s feeding the cat, Winnie?”
You guessed it—THE WORRY BUSTER!
It is truly exciting that Nancy is now feeling well enough to focus on other concerns besides making it through the next hour.
Summary: I have a new title—The Worry Buster!
Love and no worries,
Winnie