Ninety-five years old

There is a gal in the next hospital bed who is ninety five years old. She’s been in here for a couple of weeks. She had a stroke. Every day she is going to speech therapy and occupational therapy. She cracked me up the other day. She was sitting on the bed and I looked over at her and asked, “How was your day today?” She looked at me sternly and replied: “What do you care!” I was just about to think she was cross, and she looked at me and broke up in laughter….it was a joke. She cracked herself up too! We’ve been buddies ever since she played her little joke. Laughter is healing medicine.

When you get up tomorrow, stretch and smile and think “it is going to be a wonderful day.”

I’ll do the same – I promise!

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5 Responses to “Ninety-five years old”

vhhp Says:
May 24, 2013 at 6:22 pm | Reply
How practical she is!
suburbanlife Says:
May 25, 2013 at 2:05 am | Reply
Hi Marsha – I am amazed at your wonderful attitude in this trying situation, and am delighted to hear that Michael has been such a consistent loving support to you. Now, you have a room-mate who it seems you will enjoy getting to know, both of you prisoners of that lager known as the “failing body” and dealing with the challenges daily facing you in grace and humour. Rooting for you at my end!
love, G
- Marsha J. O'Brien Says:
  May 25, 2013 at 2:17 am | Reply
  Thanks so much! I haven’t been on the computer much and it was great hearing from you! Yes, Michael has ben stellar – I am trying, but every one in a while I have a pity party and lean my eyes out. My room-mate is cute for sure, and coming in and out of memory loss. It’s not easy when your life changes forever when you were perfectly happy the way you were. But, I trust God, and will keep working to heal.
  Thanks again for your love! Marsha
susieshy45 Says:
August 22, 2014 at 2:51 am | Reply
Marsha,
Do you keep up with your room mate still ?
Marsha J. O'Brien Says:
August 22, 2014 at 1:41 pm | Reply
Yes.. Her husband of 65 years recently passed, and she is still living in her home, by herself. She is a trooper, and has a great sense of humor.

Relax, it's just Life!