The season of delicious peaches and the calm before the storm...
Patrice arrived to help out with mom again.
She had to come sooner than anticipated due to some un-forseen circumstances.
It was a little complicated this time around, and here's how it played out.
Elsie attended a camp in mid-August where several of the participants were not well.
As you can imagine, she came home with more than just memories of a good time in the woods with all her pals...
She started feeling sick while looking after mom so we got Mom to come back to my place.
But before Patrice brought her up she stopped off at a clinic to have mom tested.
Just in case...
The results were positive.
I don't think I need to mention what she tested positive for.
But we didn't find that out until after cousin Harry dropped by on his way back to Alberta and had a really special visit with mom. He was made aware of the possibilities but he was unfazed and very eager to see mom since she had such a positive impact on his life and he is forever grateful and loves her deeply.
(Turns out he remained negative following the visit which was a definite plus as we didn't want Elsie's camp experience to travel any further.)
In her eagerness to protect me from infection, Patrice decided to bring Mom back to Elsie's.
Poor Patrice.
This was all really hard on her nerves and really unfair.
We felt badly that she had to get involved in our conundrum and to expose herself as well.
But thankfully she was protected and able to help us out in our time of need.
I got this picture from Elsie during their quarantine and despite feeling pretty crappy, Mom was able to produce a smile.
Meanwhile, back at the orchard, I was coming to the conclusion that I had not escaped unscathed as a headache set in, followed by fever and a few days of rather extreme body aches.
It was a relief in some ways as I had been hearing of my friends succumbing to the plague and as it works out I just prefer to get things over with and to move on rather than waiting.
So, I was getting on with it!
I felt very peaceful in the quiet house, able to lay down and just rest.
I had no desire to listen to or watch anything, but felt very content to be able to warm up my heat bags, take some painkillers and lay on my bed undisturbed.
Thankfully I had prepared for this possibility and I began my course of horse treatment and made sure that Elsie was taking hers.
I had no appetite so it was easy to look after myself.
And I had my own personal Dr. Anita to call with any questions or concerns.
When Patrice returned with Mom 5 days later we recuperated together.
There was coughing involved and I got Mom some antibiotics to make sure that things didn't get more complicated.
Week two involved extreme exhaustion and looked a bit more like this.
Mom would come into my room and we would watch travel documentaries and sleep.
And in the midst of it all we had Winnie and Willow in heat.
That part was a bit over the top, but one cannot time these things.
As I ended week two I headed into town and my doc listened to my chest to make sure all was well and I was grateful not to have to go on antibiotics.
It was good to get out of the house and the autumn beauty was soothing on the eyes.
The colours of this season never fail to inspire and God's creativity in the minute and in the vast give rise to awe and worship.
We managed a Sunday night dinner and Elsie was well enough to join us and to bring sweet smelling roses from her garden.
She is so beautiful, a fair and lovely rose herself!
What a sweet blessing to have a sister,
all pretty in pink.
So glad we have family to push through the storms with.
I'm incredibly grateful to Patrice for her kindness and devotion to the cause!
She's the somewhat reluctant but amazing heroine of this story.
Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.
Still waiting for the energy to return.
But we have all lived to see another day!
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