Weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.
It's been a while since I've posted because Wally is still in the hospital. A week ago he had to have his stitches opened and his abdomen washed out, not once, but two days in a row. He had an infection and swelling that was causing the extreme pain. We found out he has a pseudomonas bacterial infection and is in isolation so we must put on gowns, gloves, and a mask when visiting him.
Needless to say, he is discouraged and I am tending to feel the same way.
The pink rose (pictured above) is one we got for Wally's father's day two summers ago. It's as if it knows he's not at home because in June it was NOT blooming and had buds that withered and dried up. It is now starting to bloom and I am taking that as a sign that recovery is coming.